most trans girls on Tumblr are either running horny blogs, quietly battling clinical depression, or both. Like, the sacred rite of passage seems to be crying in a hoodie that smells like girl sweat and regret… only to pause mid-sob, scroll past some gorgeously drawn or written smut, and casually reblog it with a tag like “me n my gf (manifesting)” before going right back to spiraling.
It’s honestly an entire mood board: chipped nail polish, thighs half-shaved, heart in shambles—but the blog? Impeccably curated with soft porn, cursed memes, and big gay energy.
We're not okay, but at least we’re hot, gay, and terminally online about it. Tumblr’s our little church where we worship by thirsting, crying, and healing in the weirdest, most beautiful ways. Bless this chaotic little girlhood. Amen.
I desperately need someone to treat me like this
I’ll do anything for it too just please please please let me be someone’s cute little puppy!!!
Being a switch is wild because I wanna fuck a girl stupid but at the same time I wanna be fucked stupid.
need a pretty girl that i can jerk off whenever i’m annoyed. listening to her words catch in her throat when she feels my hand slip into her pants and begin grabbing at her, my soft fingers closing around her warm flesh, feeling her get hard. fucking trembling all over with the effort it takes not to buck into my hand. oh what a sweetheart. and she is, of course, my sweetheart. but right now she’s my stress toy, my favorite toy. deftly unbuttoning her pants and freeing her dick, telling her to look and watch, to see how hard she gets just for me. don’t fucking move— don’t you dare move right now. she’s whining whining whining again, desperate for me to have mercy on her and let her rock her hips just a little, but i’ve got the nails of my left hand dug into her hip, holding her still and not allowing it. i know how bad she needs this. of course i fucking know. she was so nervous when i proposed it at first, not sure if i’d really go through with our agreement let alone the punishments if she broke it. i can use her however i please, as long as she doesn’t touch herself otherwise. and god, when she gets hard like this for me and whines for me, she’s fucking mine. i have no other thought in the world. just my sweet girl’s precum dribbling over my fingers when i bring my closed hand to a slow pull just under the head of her cock. fuck i know she’s close with how she’s switched now to near silence with her eyes screwed shut. i have to remind her to breathe, which results in her darling lashes parting. soft eyes filled with lust, concentration, sweet subservience. oh are those tears?? they certainly look like it. shhh no tears, baby. she’s trying her best, isn’t she? doing it for me. god i love that she does it all for me, let’s me do whatever i want because by now she knows i’ll make her feel good even when i feel bad. i fucking need her— and so i tell her as much. i tell her to be my good girl and cum for me because i’ve been needing to milk her all fucking day. feeling her begin to throb under my fingers, telling her to watch as her cum spills out all over her tummy and my hand. letting her whimper when i slow down and encourage her to pump into my fist for those last few strokes. she’s so shaken up still. my lips are tender as ever on her skin, kissing her neck and her shoulder and her jaw before lastly her lips. breathing a soft sigh of relief and thanking her for it. yeah. imma need an express delivery of a good girl like this asap please n thank youuu
btw the thing she couldn’t ignore was someone calling her out for saying anti-depressants/hormone therapy are only perscribed by lazy doctors
a fated pair of star-crossed bunnies 🩷🐇
joe biden: how do i look in this chef hat, giuseppe?
giuseppe, the presidential butler: waifish and breedable as always, muy lord
joe biben: fabulous. pass me the Improbable Meat
“i got that dog in me” yeah the knot wont pull out and its panting in my ear
I fucking love 5 hour girl frotting session