logging into tumblr like yes i love women and my hobbies include yearning and being silly.
unfortunately I am my father's daughter so i won't take you seriously if you tell me what to do
I dont want to look like a skeleton, i want to look healthy. I dont want people to ask me of I’m okay, i want them to ask for my workout routine
vi claims you're seducing her whenever you wear one of her shirts.
you really aren't; you just find her shirts comfy and familiar, her scent soothing as it sinks into your skin. wearing her shirts makes you feel like you're constantly being hugged by her, especially when she has to be gone days at a time.
the fact that vi finds you irresistible in them is simply a bonus. a bonus with plenty of rewards to reap when vi stares at you, blue eyes sharp and hot as they take you in.
you grow flustered under the attention but preen when vi's cheeks turn pink with barely hidden arousal.
"you're dangerous," vi murmurs weakly, albeit needy, as you greet her in the evening with one of her muscle tank tops on. the ones where the sleeves are cut so high that vi is able to see the soft curve of your bare breasts.
"i wouldn't say dangerous," you reply gleefully. "just optimistic."
you're giggling when vi kisses you, tender and reverent, as she grasps at your waist beneath her shirt.
people will put you through hell and then say ‘you’ll never find someone like me again’. like fuck. do u promise
She is the poem
by June Bates
Me after consuming any amount of calories
i wish all butches who refer to their strap as their dick a very goodnight
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
this but butchfemme