Read That Post Blacked Out And Woke Up With This On My Computer. Crazy. Stay Safe Out There Everyone

Trans girls will do anything except go to bed at a reasonable hour.

We’ll lie in bed staring at the ceiling, scrolling through old messages, overanalyzing every compliment we’ve ever received like they’re sacred texts. We’ll sit in front of the mirror at 2 AM, whispering sweet affirmations to our reflection, testing out new names under our breath just to see how they feel.

We’ll get lost in the glow of our screens, reading sapphic love stories, fantasizing about a world where we don’t have to explain ourselves—where a girl calls us hers without hesitation, without doubt. We’ll try on that one perfect outfit in the dead of night, twirling in the dim light of our room, feeling beautiful in a way we never let ourselves during the day.

We’ll stay up because sleep means letting go, and we’re not ready for that. Not when there’s still so much of ourselves to discover, to claim. Not when the night feels like the only time we can be unapologetically us.

Or maybe, just maybe, we’re staying up because we know she’s awake too. Somewhere out there, another restless trans girl is doing the same thing—scrolling, dreaming, waiting. And if we reach out, if we’re bold enough to send that late-night message, maybe we’ll both have a reason to sleep a little easier.

But not yet. Not tonight. There’s still too much to want, too much to feel.

And besides, who needs sleep when we could be whispering our deepest desires into the quiet of the night, where no one but the stars can hear?

I forget that with makeup I just look like that

temporarily back on my vampire bullshit

I read this letting a girl do a body shot of estrogen off of me and now I have new goals in life.

hey man can i bum a shot off your estrogen injection?

Oh hell to the YEAH

Hopefully this means we will soon start hearing more about volume 10

https://x.com/OfficialRWBY/status/1907463042088173841?t=6YPSqaefQEiUFg_iV-zSPA&s=19

The local enby peace force found her in a basement suffering from exhaustion under 5 squishmallows whose names she has dedicated to memory, and a plushie of her favorite Pokémon starter. She-Ra (2018) was found playing on a screen nearby, truly a fools end.

guy accidentally walks into the tgirl-only neighborhood with predictable results

ok i’ll suck your puffy mech pilot hrtiddies but you gotta promise that you’ll stop snorting space cocaine.

I used to hate the word faggot but now I realize that it's probably one of the only things that the gay community has left that isn't being sanitized, shined, and sold back to us at a premium by deceitful ass companies who claim to like us but then vote for policies that kill us. you're not gonna see a bank in a pride parade with banners that say "we love faggots" but you sure as hell will see a gay person saying "I love being a faggot" it feels so more real.

and I want it to stay controversial too because if a bank ever feels like they have the right to say "haha faggot right guys? 😏🏳️‍🌈" we should be able to publicly execute their ceo