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Btw, I don’t identify as a femme anymore! I still love being in community with butches ‘n all, I just realise I don’t relate to the label the more I’ve spent time with other people who are femme and have learned more from them.

Also while I still enjoy the idea of going by both she/ze in queer spaces I don’t think my expression needs a non binary label of any kind. I still refer to myself with feminine terms but I only consider myself a woman politically and refer to myself as one in age/medical contexts. In more complicated terms I was born an alien that just became a human girl and I will one day grow into human womanhood

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Hello, it’s been a hot minute but I think I need to use this place again. Not necessarily for gender stuff though, more for yearning. I’ve got a different crush than I did when I was last active here and I need to figure out how to bite the bullet and ask them out

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Hey this might seem like a no-brainer to most people but let me just say, because 17 year old me really needed to hear this, it’s not too late to transition. It’s not.

I had only ever met or heard of people that started transitioning physically and socially when they were 15 or younger. I thought that at 17 I was already too late. If you’re 16 or 25 or 50 or 76 or 84 it’s not too late.

Like I said, probably a no brainer to most but I was actually really scared about this when I was 17, 18, 19, especially since I didn’t know when it would be completely safe to come out and I wasn’t sure if I’d be in the closet till I was out of college so yeah thought I’d say something in case someone needed to hear it. You’ll be okay. You can wait. It’s okay if you realized/came to terms with your transness after your mid teens, twenties, thirties.

As long as you’re still breathing it’s not too late.

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“A nameless girl in freshest summer greens, A saint, an angel;”

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Christina Rossetti, excerpt of ‘In An Artist’s Studio’.

This poem is about Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s muse, model and wife, Elizabeth Siddal. Here is a painting of her by D. G. Rossetti.

(via darkhoney)

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i’m so so sad you know when you listen to a song you heard a million times and then once in a while you turn it on and it’s like you’re listening to it for the first time but you also know it word for word.. this is the saddest thing i have ever heard there are tears in my stupid eyes

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dreamy, dishevelled, delicate.

affectionate doll girlfriends @ Vivienne Westwood Spring 2015

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someone who looks at you with stars in their eyes

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Shoplift a gender it doesn’t fucking matter

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my favorite love language is trying, actually

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“men don’t find that attractive” promise?

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vintage 1970s one of a kind custom galaxy boots, originally bought from a place called ‘rainbow cobbler’ in north beach sf

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My friends will be like about [REDACTED]: I’m rooting for you but you don’t know what could potentially go wrong if you shoot your shot!

Me: *has made a astrology compatibility chart of the two of us with accurate birth times and everything so I know what pitfalls to avoid to keep the relationship healthy*

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The Collected Poems of Georges Bataille, ‘The Dawn’ tr. Mark Spitzer

[ID: I am burning up with love / a thousand candles in my mouth / a thousand stars in my head.]

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here’s to butches who’ve cried sitting alone on the floor, who feel their pulse racing when they go out, visibly as themselves but feeling stronger and in a way safer that way. here’s to butches who are tough because they’ve had to be, who grew up too fast, who’ve been through so much pain and have had to keep moving forward, tending to themselves and those dear to them. to those who struggle to feel safe enough to be vulnerable, to feel like they deserve the comfort and support they strive to give to others, who fear they won’t be seen as worthy of tenderness. you’re not alone. i hope things will be good for you, i hope you can rest and be yourself, be safe and cherished.

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Florence and The Machine, from “Caught“