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sleepy sleppy sleepy

you 2 wuuwuwu

am i cool?

this fucking infuriates me because theres spanish names like dolores, which means 'pains', perfecto (perfect), socorro (help), angustias (anguishes), pilar (pillar), remedios (remedies), olvido (oblivion), amparo (refuge)...

but i cannot fucking name myself sombra (shadow, shade)

now 13 years after i was named by others the name Sombra, i have to fight with the spanish administration because it thinks its a joke name and not my proper name.

then in uni, already knowing i was trans and wanting to escape the 2018 of spanish misunderstanding of nb and trans cultures, and to be asked about sombra much, i put myself Laura because of a garcilaso de la vega poem about daphne and apolo. also because the laurel is the tree of poetry

in 2013 or so i wanted to changed my twitter @ to the title of the galician hymn poem, queixume dos pinos, but it was too long and i put the name another galician book, sombra do aire na herba, sombradoaire, and so people started calling me sombra even when i thought i was cis- even offline

i wish teleporting was real so i could go hug my friends in need

ii taught today a fellow lesbian the basics of frotting cos he was a couple hours in my house- and it seems that perhaps a fellow pro wants to do some training later... what a bussy day

important advice for butches in north america: get good at cycling now so that in the coming days of hunger and want you can mountain bike through the woods with a rifle slung on your back and hunt invasive hunt feral hogs to bring home to your woman and roast

frotting is a key aspect of classless society propaganda 🫡

sorry for the question, i dont think it will be, it fits in my character to ask: was it a deer?

what did you do?

instead of making me more sad writting deep analysis of how i fear touching (or to be touched by) another person, i will concentrate in how much i love my girlfriend. thats a happy thought. theres a woman somewhere in a boat that somethings me. and i love her.

a butch strong juggalo i send a kiss from here

jokes on everything, im really not interested in sex rn in general in life, and i know its improbable because we love an ocean appart. its not the friend that i love more, who i also want to fuck with, but there is an oomf... there is an oomf i would let it to take my guts in and out

did you know jesus christ never said thank you?

thats due to the fact that he didnt spoke english

i dont have 45 seconds to find a deer put a crappy joke text screenshot press n in bsky and then ctrl v and pressing the send button its more pleasent for me rn to think about the details of doing it and not crying because im a meme personified which technically is a brulesque concept against me

Saw one of her signs the other day

the more funny i want to be, the more depressed i am- but as depression grows, i try to be funny to make it disappear