A Well-Dressed Tarzan

Genderqueer butch. He/Them. Musician, poet, novelist, scholar, thinker, yours. Oh yeah, and Tegan and Sara are up in there too. Full time troubled artist, part-time lonely boy and queer renaissance man.
Twitter is @BigBadWolfBoi, Wolf Haleigh.

I have very deep feelings of self loathing and they are so ingrained in me that when I look at myself there it is. I am insignificant and inadequate. I don’t change anything or anyone for that matter. I could stop being and I think nobody would really question my disappearance except my mother. And even then she has this perception of what she wants me to be. A little girl with long hair that made faces at the camera.
But I’m not that person anymore. And I am screaming so much on the inside. I hate me and everything that i am. I can’t even make ripples in a puddle let alone waves. I am alone. I have tape over my mouth in case my walls threaten to come down. I am so sick of being open but I need to be and I’m an annoying person who doesn’t have a life line. I am already dead. Doing it would simply be a confirmation of a preexisting mental state.

Those words on the tip of my tongue. But I always manage to swallow them back down.

I pretty much talk to people until I think I’m annoying them and then I stop. :/

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elflizard:

Best $1.85 I have ever spent.

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I burned dinner because I was writing that blurb so I hope my dick is happy it just fucked my nummies

Rough Play

Your face, red and contorted as you ride me with hard thrusts. Your hands gripping my waist tightly. Taking your pleasure while my hands hold and pull your pumping hips as they slam into me, ploughing deep strokes. Your sweat. Your smell. Your ragged breathing. Your moans when you’re good and worked up and feeling every movement on your soft spot. Your curved back as you brace your legs and push mine farther apart so I’m wide open for you. My voice saying your name, again and again. Your cries when you empty your climax into me. Both of us collapsing together. Holding each other.

realgrumpycat:

#bachelorettefinale #bachelorette #grumpycat

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realgrumpycat:

#bachelorettefinale #bachelorette #grumpycat

alazei:

now that is what i call a good eye fuck

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alazei:

now that is what i call a good eye fuck

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Oh look it Danny

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Oh look it Danny

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