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hiii guys. so I made a backup for this blog since tumblr is taking their time giving me my access back :(

my backup is @xurgothfemmex

see ya’ll there <3

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NEVER APOLOGISE FOR SHOWING TUMMY

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let’s compare hand sizes and you can pretend you didn’t notice my eyes dilate imaging the feeling of your thick fingers sliding into me

this post is by lesbians for lesbians // men and minors dni

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since i'm still shadowbanned, part of me wants to make a backup account until this one goes back to normal :(

contact tumblr twice since Sunday and still waiting UGH

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DAYDREAMING

I often find myself daydreaming about the day I get to come home to the love of my life. In that quiet little world we build together, I’d take care of the bills, and she’d handle the grocery shopping—not because it’s her job, but because I loathe it and secretly love carrying her bags, watching the way she lights up when she’s picked out our favorite things.

She’d have a job she loves—something that fills her soul, not just her wallet. Something that gives her both freedom and passion, and a little extra to spend on herself. Because even though I want to provide for her, I also want her to feel empowered, independent, alive in her own right.

If life goes according to plan, maybe we both get to retire early—sometime in my 40s, or 50s at the latest. And after long days where I have to wear a hardened exterior, coming home and melting into her arms would feel like the greatest gift. A sacred softness in a world that demands so much toughness.

I dream of creating a sanctuary with her—a peaceful chaos all our own, where nothing outside really matters. Where I get to care for her in ways only I can, learning her rhythms, her thoughts, her little tells. I want to study her—not just her body, but her mind, her soul. To understand how she sees the world, how she feels loved, and how I can meet her there, every time.

I crave a kind of intimacy that feels insatiable, the kind that scares me with its depth. I crave her—not just the version she shows the world, but the one she hides. And I know that to earn that vulnerability from her, I have to give her mine, completely. It’s terrifying—how deeply I want to love and be loved like that.

But God, how beautiful it would be to fall into something so wild, so raw, so exquisitely fragile. To risk everything for something so rare. That’s the kind of love I want. That’s the kind of love I’m holding out for.

-T

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Joints and bath bombs literally forever

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i might be annoying on tumblr but i'm also absolutely insufferable in real life too

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Femme as in comfort. Femme as in brushing your hair for you when you get ready for work. Femme as in protection in ways no one else could. Femme as in soft laughter shared over late night tea. Femme as in holding your hand while we cross the street. Femme as in wiping your tears away. Femme as in rubbing your back after a long day. Femme as in tenderness. Femme as in love.

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may all of you get to experience being loved properly

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you deserved an apology. i’m sorry you’ll never get it from them.

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The only correct way to do it.

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be careful with how much you tolerate. you are teaching them how to treat you

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“We can play ‘just the tip’ but remember: if you lose and start to squirm, I’m pinning you down and breeding you deep.”