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Boys in the EST timezone or In Connecticut.. pspspspspsps .. i need someone to kiss me and to hug me. C’mere pspspssp
Who wanna be “ Boy who is absolutely feral x boy who is also absolutely feral.” ( They commit war crimes together ofc)
The smell of his sweat lingered on my pillow last night and I found myself breathing it in until I could no longer find his scent.
8 Months of Living to Please My Soul
[8 months on testosterone warrants a face reveal for the blog]
westley and buttercup from the princess bride but theyre both boys
going stealth means choosing between your safety and your community--a decision i never want to make. i fear the time to make that decision is drawing closer and closer. facial hair and muscle growth, a deep voice and adam's apple, blending in and keeping quiet. stifling excitement when i see someone like me. unable to speak up. hiding a pivotal part of who i am. fear. fear is on all sides of being trans. the side that holds most love is with my brothers and sisters, protesting and speaking out.
mac mcdonald is trans and you can fight me on this idc
trans mac truthers wya
in a weird way its comforting to know now that my ex bf used to misgender me and tell people he wasnt gay.
now i dont feel so bad about breaking his heart.
my boy by csh was specifically made for boyfriends that went home for winter break and are now long-distance for a month
troy from community is so aggressively bisexual why are we one in the same
jesse pinkman is so sexy and transgender
bisexual steve harrington and trans eddie munson exploring each others bodies for the first time to “eyes without a face” by billy idol
there is something so beautiful about a man that is both transgender and a boy kisser
need a boy to listen to steve lacy with
its okay that you like being friends
and its okay that i got the wrong idea
but if you ever need help with your work
i would still be delighted to help
you began the game i told you about. i didnt even think you remembered it. i miss you
i haven't seen you the past couple days, i know our interactions are always brief--only lasting as long as the class we share at most--but i've missed you the past three days. i can't wait to make you blush tomorrow when i teasingly ask if you missed me. i know you must think i don't like you anymore because i've been quieter and such. i do still like you, and i hope you like me too.
to the boy who sits next to me in seventh period algebra, the one with fluffy light brown hair, the one who throws paper airplanes at me when the teacher isn’t looking, the one who drew an a-plus on my page when the teacher didn’t stamp mine, the one who told me his birthday but miscalculated how many days away it was, and the one who doesn’t remember me from middle school but makes an effort to greet me every day of my senior year:
i want to tell you how cute i think you are and i wish i could give you a kiss on the cheek after class each day and i want to give you the pink starburst and i hope your birthday was as joyful as you make me. and when i ask you to the football game next friday, i hope you’ll say yes. even though i am a boy, and even though i am trans, i hope the smiles and stares you sneak at me are truthful.
kiss me. right now. on the lips. show me your vulnerable side. let me take care of you. ill make sure you feel safe when youre sad and ill make sure you feel on top of the world when youre happy.
hes picking out a book at the library and he writes on a lil notecard the book number and hes just thumbing thru the shelves trying to find his book and u see his eyes light up when he picks out the right one
anyways imagine laying down next to boy and u try to be quiet in case hes asleep and he kinda mumbles a little bit and you just kiss him on the head and he moves around and wraps his arms around you and falls back asleep and im