Lock The Fuck In?? No Way Dude. I Am TUCKED The Fuck In :) Good Night

i cannot save you, but I can save your child.

I will give them the love and care and warmth you wanted to give them, if only you were able to fight a little longer.

I will tell your child of how hard you fought for them, how you gave every part of yourself to ensure your child survived. how you used your bones for their shelter, your meat for their hunger, your tears for their thirst, used your life for theirs. they will know of your sacrifice, and that the sacrifice was of love.

I will give your child what you could not, in your honor. they will know of the warmth of love instead of the scorching heat of despair. they will know of open skies instead of restraints and cages. they will know of happiness and full bellies and gentle rest and of ease.

these should have all been yours to begin with, and yours to give to your child, but my forefathers stripped that of you and your kind. whether I am doing this of my own morality, to atone for the sins of my ancestors, out of guilt that should not be mine, out of kindness from one creature to another... I do not know.

This is my final apology to you.

im sorry I couldn't save you, but I will save your child.

MAN. who the hell pissed on my furry bait he stinks get this freak away from me

MY BABY

i think there’s actually nothing better than being randomly told “I love you” after doing something characteristically stupid. Like what do you mean I’m a lovable person and I just did something silly and you thought “of course you would do that. I love you.”. No better feeling

i deserve to be made out with and touched inappropriately right now goddammit

can we like put dysphoria into the jar of despair forever

Like or rb if trans girls r pretty, and dysphoria is mean to them

gladly :3

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

Art by Bastien Grivet

My biggestweakness? Oh, it’s simple. It’s when someone casually admits, “I was thinking about you.” That’s it. That’s the weakness.

Tell me you were lost in thought, and somehow, I crossed your mind. That in the middle of your day, your brain decided, yes, her. That something—anything—made you think of me, and you felt the need to say it. Maybe it was a song, a joke, a fleeting memory, or just the way the light hit something just right, and for a moment, I lived there, tucked away in your thoughts.

Oh, and if you hesitate before admitting it, like you’re shy about it? If you fumble a little, like maybe you shouldn’t be saying it but you want to? Yeah, I’m done for. Completely ruined.

Guess liking and reblogging makes me both!

If you like this post you’re a lesbian.