Woman-of-the-walls - The Woman Of The Walls

Beautiful.

King Lear performed in the fire-damaged ruins of Teatro Municipal de Lima (c. 1999), conceived by architect Luis de Longhi

YES!

Goddamn it. >:(

Overcome by the brave and confident trans womanly urge to say "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Lebernd

Yeah, I love going places with my flash suit and pants which cost me a grand total of twenty five dollars. I quite often get compliments. I once walked into a gallery and someone asked if I owned the place. How easily people are fooled.

OP: when your fashion doesn't match your life (cr 千千Sherry)

Ahhh….

hey, dont cry. tgirl jerking off and thrusting her hips and moaning and curling her toes and grabbing at herself and her tits are bouncing also. and when she cums nothing comes out. okay?

Mmmm…would be happy to be of service.

gently sucking on a tgirl who’s been so stressed for the past few months and hasn’t had the time to masturbate and watching her finally start to unwind as she releases everything she’s had pent up into my mouth all at once.

i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.

A woman sucking on my nipples with my fingers running down her spine is just what the doctor has ordered.

Since I also have this thing called a conscience, I’d probably offer my services to the local hospital. Sometimes surgeons make simple errors. Little Johnny will wake up and be told his heart operation was a success. Glinda will have a miraculous remission in her late-stage pancreatic cancer.

I’d be 100% a necromancer if possible. But I wouldn’t be the type that brings back mindless hordes of zombies. There are plenty of other ways to be…ethically ambiguous.