Latest Posts by phantryx - Page 7
Kiss your machines. Love them as much as you can, for they were made to be handled by you, to be utilized for a purpose, but you see more in them.
So show that you see more in them each and every day. Give em a lil' peck for me <3
"arts and crafts" is so lame English should borrow the German word basteln. to bastel. you can borrow it. make your life easier.
This post is for ladies only. If you are a guy, GET out of here.
I bestow upon you this dagger. It is an ancient dagger. Use it wisely.
Trans girls, in my experience, have largely lived an existence in which for the vast majority of our lives, we've never been anybody's first choice romantically. That's if we're chosen at all.
Second choice? Yeah. Back up plan? Happens. Fetishized? Always.
But never just chosen. Never just pursued. Never loved quite as much as we need. Never the object of obsession. Never the focus of passion.
Every love feels like it's one better option disappearing like a vapor in the wind.
So I say all that to say, if you're romantically inclined, and you love a trans girl. Choose her. Really choose her. Choose her in every moment. Make her feel like she's the only one that matters and do it every day, because it's possible, likely even, that she's never felt that before.
Really choose her, or you will break her heart.
If you're not willing to do that, leave her the fuck alone.
Isn't that just a non goth bowsette?
You can always be horny about nintendo characters btw. It's always morally correct. Rule 34 is real and your dreams can come true
Singlets will think having headmates is this horrible thing or whatever but really the worst part is when you don't hear from them
waking up to see 8 new tumblr things in my activity feed is lowkey terrifying
every girl should make out with alternate timeline versions of themselves
Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.
If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals
So uh….some dude apparently recreated Adobe Photoshop feature-for-feature, for FREE, and it runs in your browser.
Anyway, fuck Adobe, and enjoy!
it's completely normal to have conversations with yourself every day for your entire life. "who are you talking to?" duh, the girl that lives in my head. why, do you wanna talk to her too? I can put her on speaker if you want
#robot girls
🎶 "Soldier, Poet, King" now playing 🎶
she probably just played it on her built-in music player (while quietly humming to it hehe), she just loooove spreading the DnD vibes around the cafe. Also I just remember that I haven't draw Vel inside her work place yet so behold. Also featuring her new jacket hehe :3
Art Tag | Websites
t4t dating is easy, get her a plushie in case she's an age regressor and a collar in case she's into pet play
respect girls with a chubby tummy respect girls with stretch marks respect girls with big thighs respect girls with hairy arms respect girls and their clothing of choice respect girls and their privacy respect girls and their confidence respect girls and their rights respect girls who arent fully transitioned yet respect girls with scars respect girls who like girls respect girls who like both guys and girls respect girls who are asexual
respect girls. dont treat them as objects.
aww cute
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
anomalocaris is a maid
This blog is welcoming of sad cis boys who feel like there’s something wrong with them
*Attenborough voice*
And here we see the uncommon transfem in her natural habitat, scrolling Tumblr, hugging her IKEA brand blahaj and eating stale biscuits at 2am. Based on her slumped position, self-comforting body language (such as rocking back and forth), as well as her generally unkempt look, we can infer that she is currently undergoing a depressive episode. Ah, she's about to cry again. Let us move on.
#catthings
Reblog if you pur when pet :3
Do you have a link for it maybe?
is your pfp a picrew?
It is :3
@funnier-as-a-system this maybe?
showering is basically a magical girl transformation for the mentally ill
the concept of distance is homophobic :(
hey so if your catgirl keeps getting "accidentally" tangled up in yarn, maybe what she really want's is to get tied up? ever tried that?
Horrible News: Local Catgirl still has to go buy food after travelling for 5 hours