someonefromsomewhereland

[someonefromsomewhereland]

Shoutout to low effort trans people.

Trans boys that don't bind, trans boys that don't hide their big chest, trans boys that keep their hair long, trans boys that don't go on hormones immediately, trans boys that don't follow stereotypical gender roles to fit in, trans boys that don't care about names or pronouns that much.

Trans girls that don't tuck, trans girls that show their straight lines, trans girls that keep their hair short, trans girls that don't go on hormones immediately, trans girls that don't follow stereotypical gender roles, trans girls that don't care about names or pronouns that much.

Trans enbys that don't want to look androgynous, trans enbys that aren't alt, trans enbys that don't care about names or pronouns that much.

Shoutout to all trans people but especially to y'all low effort ones that don't get enough love and respresentation. I see you and I'm one of you.

[someonefromsomewhereland]

goooooods, head spinning and neck lax, rolling over your shoulders because you dont have the strength to keep it up; gut throbbing and lurching with each hiccup and burp, swollen from alcohol and making every position soooo painfully noticeable in your skin. TO feel every shift, every movement and bump, to feel the ache in your stomach as you belch to release any kind of pressure you can manage, too drunk to really care about propriety... fuck and unfocused eyes, half lidded with a parted mouth, tongue peeking out every once in a while to wet parched lips <3 getting to the point where youre open mouthed panting, tongue lolling out not even able to keep your lips wet anymore <3 god, to press my lips to yours and taste your alcoholic breath, to pant down your desperate need of air and instead imbue the idea of intoxication and complete emptiness <3 to watch you, eye to eye, as you lose focus and go crossed- or hell even close them entirely, swearing youre keeping them open and wondering why you cant see, feel, hear well <3 doesnt matter though, not when I'm completely wrapped around you, tongue to your pulse, mouth on your neck, body flush against yours, our breaths mixing as one, nothing but us, everything is us<3

tell me something better, anything, I dare you <#

[someonefromsomewhereland]

i fucking hate how sensitive my scalp is

[someonefromsomewhereland]

I want to be sedated, my mind confused and feeling dizzy while someone is soothing me, hands roaming all over my body, pinching and kissing, making me squirm a bit but barely able to stop them. Want to have my dick played with, my legs forced open and holes stretched open.

Want my muscles to be relaxed, my body resting while someone uses me as a toy, knowing there's nothing I can do to stop it from happening, barely conscious while it happens.

[someonefromsomewhereland]

25 mg my vision is flashing i need someone to grope my tits and tell me how pretty i look when im too high to think

[someonefromsomewhereland]

“cum for your big sister” might be the best 5 word phrase ever created

[someonefromsomewhereland]

You know I don’t actually want to get kidnapped. Its just an expression of my longing to be ow- desired. I just want someone to want me, hey let go please- that badly. Someone who sees me on the streets and thinks i’m hEY did you just inject me while I was talking??

Anyway. Someone who sees me on the streets and thinks.. wow, she’s pretty. Who hears me make stupid jokess and uh. stupid jokes and laughs at. tthemmm. And. Doesn’t mmind that. I’m not… not v very useful orr cap,able…. or… You ssaid yuo weree takin me homne ? I uh.. hhey that wasn’t estorgren in tthat syringre wads it.?

[someonefromsomewhereland]

really knowledgeable transfem who likes it when weed turns her all dumb and horny.

[someonefromsomewhereland]

girl on her fourth beer sorta vaguely and noncommittal caressing the outline of her penis through her jorts.

[someonefromsomewhereland]

accidentally found out a friend I know online is into a same kink as me

[someonefromsomewhereland]

alcoholic therapist who thinks she’s slick and always ends up blasted by the end of your appointment. when you walk in, her last appointment of the day, she’s a little bit friendlier than any therapist you’ve ever had before, insisting she’s just had a lovely day as she takes another pull from her opaque water bottle. as the two of you sit down on her chairs, she nearly knocks her clipboard off the table with a giggle and an “oopsie!” and her responses to everything you tell her are bordering on gossip rather than professionalism — but it is nice to tell someone all of this and have them just go “oh my god, what a bitch”.

when the sound of her straw sucking on nothing reaches your ears, you get up to go to the bathroom, and she’s visibly delighted by this — her eyes, falling ever lower, light up. by the time you come back, she’s sipping from her bottle again, and sways forward much too hard when she hastily tries to stop slouching. she has too much cleavage out to maintain any sort of professionalism.

as you keep talking, you suggest she seems thirsty, why doesn’t she have a sip? at one point, she finishes again, and fights to properly pronounce the question “c’n i uh….refill my bottle? i don’ like the wadder here, i keep one in my des’g.” and you say yes, of course, and pretend not to see the huge bottle of wine she retrieves among the clink of others.

by the time your appointment is supposed to be over, she’s slumped halfway down the chair, legs spread and neckline pulled down to expose the lace of her bra. it’s past when you should’ve left, but she doesn’t seem to notice. her body bounces with a hiccup-burp, bloated belly visibly stretching her dress as it bounces, and asks, “sorry, cany’…uh…repea’d that? -hic!- ‘s been a loooong day.”

“sure,” you say, “you should have a drink. gotta stay hydrated.”

[someonefromsomewhereland]

life’s a blurrrrr

[someonefromsomewhereland]

Caldo_

[someonefromsomewhereland]

Drink so much you don't even try to sound coherent anymore, your words are slurring and you know it as they come out of your mouth but you just don't care. All you can think about is being taken home to be used. Somehow your thoughts are even more drunk than your body is. You know you shouldn't be thinking about those things in public but you are. You know you shouldn't want it but you do.

[someonefromsomewhereland]

Since my brains an endless well of intox scenarios heres one more.

Intox vacation in a log cabin in the mountains. Away from stress, social expectations etc.

Staying wasted for 2 or 3 days. Starting to drink before the sun comes up, your partner and you in the bathroom, starting off after brushing your teeth, chugging your first drink before your shower and a second drink after, your partner going on a small walk with you already tipsy, enjoying nature and drinking a couple beers before breakfast. Mimosas or margaritas with breakfast or maybe just spiked tea or coffee. Whatever is more your speed. Starting to hiccup and slur heavily by the time your pancakes are finished.

Stumbling to the living room and turning on a movie, taking out a bottle of your prefered heavy liqour and playing a movie drinking game (take a sip everytime x character does y, you know the ones) passing out on the couch in your partners arms from getting too wasted.

Waking up and realizing its time to get started on what could be late lunch or early dinner. Stumbling to the kitchen. Setting down a bottle of wine too heavily and opening it. Pouring a glass , too clumsy and heavy handed, all the way to the top. Drinking it too fast, when youre this drunk everything goes down like water. Your partner lovingly watching from the doorframe, watching you already so sloppy only getting drunker, already opening the next bottle for you once only about a glass worth is left.

By the time dinners in the oven youre half through the second bottle. Your partner will take care of the rest while you stagger back to the couch, having to hold on to every wall and table nearby, to even make it there. Theyll sweetly wake you for dinner, even if you can barely see your plate.

The next day youre still wasted waking up but its time to go grocery shopping…

[someonefromsomewhereland]

I feel like I can't keep my head up. I wanna keep drinking until I black out. The thought of getting even higher than this is turning me on so bafly

[someonefromsomewhereland]

Looks like we got a follow-up! [Comm]