re: pillow princess zine
Finished the text, now to draw some hands in holy positions (at least holy to me).
I don't know how to properly explain to people that I am genuinely in love with flowers. The smell, the taste, the feel, I would bury myself in petals until my clothes and skin are bruised with a galaxy of color, allergies be damned. Meet me in the lilacs and tell me secrets under their blossoming branches, we'll keep them between you, me, and a million purple stars
Trans butch dyke, maker of things, teller of tales, author of smut. 30s
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