I could easily show you what ive written.. or I could just read it to you as I pet your hair and tell you how proud I am?? Your choice not mine
Me telling my friends not to tell him it was me. Not because I think he'd be weirded out. I don't care about what he thinks about me. But because, for once in a very long time, he seems happy. Happy that someone cares. Happy that he received something so miniscule, but he needed it. I don't know if he knows that it's me but, I like it when he's happy. His joy is infectious and I can still feel my heart swell when he's like that. It's no secret that I've always admired him. I would do anything in my power to ensure his happiness. Maybe it's fake, maybe it's real. But it's infectious regardless. I don't care about anything else. I just want him happy.
Im sorry but it is so funny how people outside of tumblr view us. Like why are the tiktokers treating tumblr like some professional ass website you need to do extensive prep before you begin posting on. And the follower farming advice is so fucking funny to me when this is the website where people actively hate getting new followers
*gestures incoherently* Stan unhappy. Fiddle unhappy. Maybe they happy… together?
Eats u instead
trans men be like hot and shit like they're just hot as fuck like what the fuck man why are you being so hot god damn
Meeting someone beautiful and they reveal the beauty in me too
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