"youd Do Numbers On Tumblr" Girl I Am On Tumblr And The Numbers? 4

ppl in the age of cell phones: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of books: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of textile art: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of picking lice: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of cooking: fucking up their necks

need 2 dance with someone in the kitchen. homosexually

if you abandon gender hard enough you can unlock the secret state of nirvana where all clothes give you the thrill of crossdressing

hte real april foule… was you.

human brain is so easy to manipulate its stupid. sun is out longer in evening = life is worth living...read some negative social media posts = everybody hates me...read one interesting article = i have the scholar's ambition

I like to have fun with my gender, and not stress about it too much. I also usually cry about it at least a few times a week.

We have always existed, and we always will.

Overthinking my post about overthinking

I hate how certain acts of affection are seen as inherently romantic, when it’d be lovely to do these things just for a friend. Why can’t I give my friends flowers platonically? Maybe I walked past a flower that I know they love the smell of and picked it off the bush so they could have it. Forcing these acts into being strictly romantic severely limits them, does it not?

start testosterone now. the world needs more hot tboys more than ever before now