vickrodriguez

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Just your ordinary butch questioning if she’s really butch once again because they’re so cool 💀

If you’re a butch/stud message me I need more brothers.

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A little sweaty and muddy after training, any butches/studs want to wrestle while our femmes watch?

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Being butch is kinda wild cuz I like went through over half of my life being told I was woefully unattractive and now lesbians on the internet tag my posts with lude musings

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Feeling sleepy after my morning surf 🏝️☀️🌊 i want head scratches until I fall asleep.

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From a little zine I made :)

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scrolling through your account with hand over my mouth going “oh my god” (this is so good i am so normal about how gorgeous you are)

Christ what a compliment, you really know how to make a boy blush 😉

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ur shadow’s bulge in that flexing pic gave me a boner <3

You’ve got a good eye 😈 love to know I can make someone horny.

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if there’s one thing i can count on, it’s butchfemme tumblr matching my freak. ily guys

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A femme called me valiant today and I’ve never blushed so hard.

This is a love letter to all femmes, I love you all and what you stand for.

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Rio Vidal after she met Agatha Harkness

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... on the campus of UC Davis in California, USA.

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Seven husbands has my heart ♥️

To be loved is to be known; to be seen.

Excerpts Sources:

Is it okay to say this? - Trista Masteer // Blasted - Sarah Kane // Reassurances to Hades - Kristina Haynes // The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - T.J. Reid // My Mother/Madame Edwarda/The Dead Man - Georges Bataille //"The Last Poem in the Book," These Days (Alfred A. Knopf, 1989); Over and over again - Frederick Seidel // My Mother/Madame Edwarda/The Dead Man - Georges Bataille // Adult Children of Emotionaly Immature Parents - Lindsay C. Gibson // She Satisfies A Fear with the Rhetoric of Tears - Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz // My Life Is Pathetic! - Heather Havrilesky

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I idly cut a parsley stalk,

And blew therein towards the moon;

I had not thought what ghosts would walk

With shivering footsteps to my tune.

I went, and knelt, and scooped my hand

As if to drink, into the brook

And a faint figure seemed to stand

Above me, with the bygone look.

I like rough rhymes of chance, not choice,

I thought not what my words might be;

There came into my ear a voice

That turned a tender verse for me.

- Thomas Hardy

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The Haunting of Hill House (1959) / Lake Mungo (2008)

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Jane Eyre / Haunted Houses as physical manifestation of trauma

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Four in the Morning

At four this of June I rise:

The dawn-light strengthens steadily;

Earth is a cerulean mystery,

As if not far from Paradise

At four o’clock

Or else near the Great Nevula,

Or where Pleiades blink and smile:

(For though we see with eyes of guile

The grisly grin of things by day,

At four o’clock

They show their best.)…in this vale’s space

I am up the first, I think. Yet, no,

A whistling? And the to-and-fro

Wheezed whetting of a scythe apace

At four o’clock?…

- Though pleasure spurred, I rose with irk:

Here is one at compulsions whip

Taking his life’s stern stewardship

With blithe un are, and hard at work

At four o’clock!

- Thomas Hardy