It's The Slightly Unfocused Eyes That Do It For Me. Like, There Are No Thoughts Happening Behind Those

Can I offer you a nice floof in this trying time?

Rb to give your mutuals a baby stoat to gently hold

struggling to find a way to engage healthily with Tumblr as a trans girl. like, "ah yes, i love cool trans art by cool trans people, let me scroll down and see some more, oh no the united states just banned our right to access oxygen".

I am begging everyone to listen to UNEND, it's absolutely awesome

there is no soul bolder, freer, or more glorious than the polyamorous tranny slut

...fuck.

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

If you genuinely interpreted it with your whole heart, congratulations, you did it right. There is no way to enjoy art wrong. Let me say that again for the people in the back - THERE. IS. NO. WAY. TO. ENJOY. ART. WRONG.

I'm too tired to have smart words on this, so I'm hoping this post finds somebody who does.

i keep trying to listen to myth by the narcissist cookbook but i’m so worried about doing it wrong somehow because everyone on here seems to love it and like what if i don’t ??? so i have been just avoiding listening to it out of that fear and it sucks because i want to have fun with you guys but unfortunately there is a collection of demons in my brain and their leader is called ocd

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...consider me intrigued. And curious.

do I go back to my roots and draw river song in such self indulgent ways I get confused messages in my askbox

I can't keep having the same conversations about love languages, mbti, iq, bmi, "brain fully formed at 25" and shit over and over again...

Want. And. Need.

TRANS FUCKS AND GIRLY POPS

SHOW @nyahalloshop SOME LOVE FOR THIS SHIT SO WE CAN GET US SOEM SHARK SUITES PLEASE OMG (sorry ik you havent posted this desighn on tumblr yet but OMG)