Boot On Your Cunt While I Stand Over You And Jerk Off

t4t but were both cowboys so like. also cb4cb

nothing grips a closeted tboy like a wlw song where love is not reciprocated because 'i'm not a boy'

thought my wallpaper was kinda neat so i'm putting it here :]

i think a real relationship maybe would fix me. yes i have jealousy issues and yes i am deathly insufferable and no i cannot find a man who would actually date me and that i would love like that but god i need it so badly. i shouldn’t date but god i’m going to go insane if i don’t get a real genuine kiss sometime soon

T makes you so rageful, and so surprisingly strong... the other day you go into a playful fight with your Tboy friend, but like dogs you start to bite, and before you know it you're just wrestling and beating on each other.

It happens so fast, scrambling and pinning one another down.

With blood pouring down your faces, and adrenaline coursing through your veins, you press your lips together; teeth scraping against one another- biting throats and licking pooling blood from tender skin. You fight for who gets to fuck who on the floor of your basement.

blood play isn’t really my thing but getting bit so hard that i bleed… that’s a different story

I guess this is a thing now...

Hey, there. This is mainly a blog I made to talk more openly about my queerness and hopefully interact with (possibly even befriend *looks at you with big eyes*) more trans/queer people. It's what it says on the label— this is my little corner :]

↳ Tank/Axe

↳ He/him + They/them

↳ closeted and untransitioned *sigh*

↳ adult (<25)

↳ this blog will contain nsfw content, you have been warned

↳ asks and dms are open!

↳ always open to make friends <33

↳ that being said, I do not owe anyone a response. if you're a creep/make me uncomfy, i won't hesitate to block

— rusted axe ▪︎☆ <- vent tag for the sake of blocking

backshots this, backshots that, i would like to be taken out back and shot

Had a visual image of shoving edibles in his mouth with my fingers and then watching him swallow and then making him suck on my fingers after and now I’m so bricked up I think I’m lightheaded

when they ask what my future plans are but I can’t say move out west and start a duck farm where I live off the grid with my transgender husband and our 3 cats who we treat like children. And live in a house filled head to toe full of my husband and I’s artwork, memories and weird knickknacks. and every night we cook together and dance in the kitchen under the soft oven light.

So i just say “oh i don’t know maybe college?”