Ho Did U Just Stab Me?

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i love being femme. i love pink scrunchies. i love glittery makeup. i love shiny lipgloss. i love acrylic nails. i love cute mini skirts. i love high heels. i love dresses with ruffles. i love fluffy pillows & blankets. i love hair curlers. i love floral print. i love collecting daisies. i love bubble baths. i love baking. i love bows. i love painting. i love gardening. i love reading romance novels. i love love love being femme.

Sigh… I wish bi people were real

This healed me

Rexsplode and Rae art dump because yes

I remember Rex at one point calling Rae that or something along the lines of it, so I HAD to draw it myself

Hi! I love your drawings. When/how did you start making art?

(Also I assume they’re your photos in your intro post and I need an eyeliner tutorial lol your makeup looks amazing)

Thank you so much! 🤍

So I've always made art since I was a kid. Back in the day I was considered one of the best artists in my class. I participated in art contests and festivals etc. But for majority of my teenage years. I barely would make anything. I just never had the time. I only took like two art classes in highschool. I was too focused on studies and more "practical" things to get good at.

Deep down I've always wanted to do something with this "talent" I always wanted to be an animator or a comic book artist. I used to suck a digital art. But I had bought a new idea for college so I was like, why not try to get good at it. And so here I am.

Also yes eyeliner can be tricky. Neither of my eyes are the same. Like one has more creases than the other so honestly it never looks even. Idk maybe it's an artsy thing as to the reason I'm good at it. A friend in junior high told me I'd be good at makeup cause I like to draw lol. I don't know it's just fun to me. I would say it's one of my hobbies but honestly idk if that's weird to say.

just a little wlw fluff..lmk what u think (guys chill on me, only writing experience I have is ap english classes from my highschool days)

Pinch me, I need to be reassured that this isn’t a dream. You know when someone says, "If it’s too good to be true, then it is"? God, please don’t let it be true this time. Not this time. It feels too good, it feels too right. If this is a dream, don’t wake me up. Or at least give me 30 more minutes.

But the thing is, it’s not a dream, because I just woke up. The sun’s shining directly in my eyes no matter which way I turn my head. Great, I feel like a vampire.

I blink a few times, trying to adjust, and as I begin to come back to reality, I feel pressure on my body, warmth wrapped all around me. That’s when I immediately realize I’m in her arms.

Usually, she’s not this touchy, not this clingy. For example, when we fall asleep, we’re usually just spooning. She’s not the most affectionate, but she tries. And here she is, unbeknownst to both of us.

Her face is buried in my neck, and I hear her soft inhale and exhale. Her hair sprawls all over the place, tickling my cheek and eye.

Her arms are loosely wrapped around me, but her fingers are purposely interlocked, as if she doesn’t want to let go. Or maybe, as if she doesn’t want me to go.

Half of her body is pressed against mine. This has to be where all the warmth is coming from. Her body heat. And, of course, our legs are tangled under the sheets.

I can’t help but turn my head slightly to face her, but her hair is covering most of her face. She looks so calm, so peaceful, with not a care in the world. She’s comfortable, and so am I. Well, despite my stiff joints begging to be cracked from a good night's sleep.

Her lips are slightly parted, pink and soft—kissable. Her lashes, surprisingly long, make her look as graceful as ever, though they also make me a little jealous. Her brows are furrowed just a bit. Could she be dreaming? I hope it’s not a bad one.

I gently sweep her hair out of her face, unable to help the smile that spreads across my face as I watch her. The sunlight bathes her face perfectly, creating a glow against the white sheets. It’s almost unbelievable how much satisfaction I get from seeing this view. After all this time, it still makes my heart race and fills me with warmth.

I know she’ll probably say she looks a mess right now, always embarrassed when she wakes up and realizes she’s the clingy one. Sure, she might look a little silly if you really stretch it, but I can’t see her as anything less than perfect. Sorry, not sorry, babe.

I dare not move, not to disturb 1) this view, 2) her peace, and 3) this moment. Sometimes, I can’t believe this is real. She is mine. She likes me. Loves me? Don’t get an ego. I don’t know, but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. My own dream come true.

So, I guess there’s no need for someone to pinch me. This isn’t a dream, it’s real. I wake up to her every day and sleep beside her every night. And I’m thankful. So blessed to have her.

I can’t help but kiss her cheek softly, a huge, probably dorky smile on my face. I don’t care. Sue me.

Oh shit...she’s waking up now.

(pls hmu or talk to me, or ask me questions, let's through some ideas around, mdni with my blog thnx 🤍)

Me and who

We fuck with that HEAVY

Do we fuck with dom butches / mascs, dykes and studs that are also submissive at times? The ones who aren't afraid to show their more carnal side to their partners over text? The ones who get flustered at the most minimal act of power from them? The ones who will please their lovers if required but that also will need to be satisfied on the regular. Do we fuck with that?

embarrassing repost

i just want to be in a pretty girl’s lap and be held like babyyyy

I love when she looks fucked. Her hair all messy, fly aways stuck to her forehead with sweat. Blown pupils and glassy eyes. Red cheeks. Smudged lipstick. Marks all up her neck, some on her chest. The prettiest sight.

happy butch femme sunday