As A Butch, I Need

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this is the cutest

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i hate working out (my mental health and chronic pain prevent me but I yearn for bulging muscles)

shoutout to butches who hate the gym and physical exertion. shout out to fat fucks and scrawny malnurished bitches with no biceps to speak of. shout out to that butch who gets winded on the stairs

shout out to the butches/mascs who arent dominant!!! shout out to the butches/mascs who dont top!!!!! shout out to the femmes who dont like to bottom!!!! shout to femmes who like to be dominant!!!! youre no less butch/masc/femme even if you dont fit what people deem as "the norm"!!!!!

we don't even have to have sex just pin me down and kiss me for thirty to forty minutes and i will be in heaven

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

laying in bed together all jokey and giggly and it leading to a heated make out session would fix me

omg we are both fucked in the head wanna make out

why does people info-dumping turn me into a love-stricken dumbass. like. i'll be listening to a girl yapping about what's on her mind or her interests or whatever else, and suddenly I have a painful urge to make out with her under the moonlight. what's up with that

I don't just want to hold your hand.

I want to hold your heart. To feel its rhythm sync with mine. To know that every beat is a promise, a whisper of forever.

Let me be your anchor in the storm, your shelter in the rain. Let me be the one who holds you, not just your hand.