I Mean, Duh?

#nature #newmexadventure

Yeaaaahhhh lmao

Transposting's a good job mate!

#newmexadventure #zoo #ycc That saloon fight though!!! 😂😂😂 #laughinghappy

I mean duh

Reblog if it’s ok for people to give you $599.99

Amen; jeez.

Also why is Electrolysis so painful 😭

If shaving is the second most dysphoric thing to you behind having facial hair can I get a amen

Oh my gods I’m crying this is so pretty! Thank you!!

Fanart for “A Time for All Things” by @akasketch

I never got into Harry Potter, but if you were and miss the feeling of the world without giving any credit to a certain author, try this story about finding your family and transing your gender with magic

In this world, the magic is real but so are the books, which were written and published by a witch who altered events to make a “better” story

Damn do I feel this

She’s 45 mins from me, and we have a plan to hang Sunday, our first actual date! But it’s still a day and a half away and it’s hard to keep myself still.

She is so far away and I want to be with her so bad. It‘s eating me alive. My soul is screaming. And yet I have to pretend to be normal and go to work and do my chores and behave like a person.

I'm very fond of this video

Damn, I wish I had grown up in a world that didn’t make discovering myself feel like unraveling some long-lost, forbidden love letter—one written in a language I was never meant to understand. A world that didn’t shove me into shadows, didn’t make my body a battlefield, didn’t make my desire to just be feel like rebellion.

But even with all that? I wouldn’t trade this for anything. I love being a trans woman. I love the way transfemininity is soft and untamed all at once, how we rewrite the rules of beauty, of power, of love. Even if I had been “cis,” I think I’d still be something a little wild, a little untethered—too fluid, too free, too full of aching, tender want to fit into the neat little boxes the world tried to fold me into.

And maybe I got here later than I wished, but I got here. And I didn’t do it alone. I’ve found hands to hold, lips to brush against mine, voices that whisper my name like it was always meant to be spoken this way. I’ve found love—not just for others, but for myself. And that? That’s something no world, no past, no regret could ever take from me.

“Facts don’t care about your feelings… unless we’re having trouble controlling you, then my feelings matter and your facts don’t.”