I Just Want A Boy Who Sees Me As A Boy

there are so many words to describe love. passion, sweetness, or gentle. i’ve never been good with words. when i opened my mouth i always found things coming out so jumbled and messy. i could never pair the right letters to say what i needed to, when i needed to. that was until i met them. when i met them everything clicked. they were the sun. they were shaking hands and whispering secrets in the darkness. they were every word i have ever imagined to speak. they put the syllables together and made me speak poetry. they told me with the curve of their waist how to make the vowels sound pretty when i pronounced their name. with the gentle shimmer in their eyes, and the chip in their tooth, they’ve taught me how to speak. how to love.

westley and buttercup from the princess bride but theyre both boys

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, from “Carmilla”

a sweet firebending baby wearing his boyfriends necklace (surviving off only 4G, no wifi, and no sleep but it is done)

after so long of thinking i would never be loved by someone other than a f*tishist, theres no better feeling than when you say "you know i'm trans right?" and he says "yeah i know, i dont care"

you began the game i told you about. i didnt even think you remembered it. i miss you

yearn

this blog is gonna become zuko/sokka/zukka centered now im sorry everyone who just wanted vague gay yearning

happy trans day of visibility!

Son of Apollo and son of Hermes