Blueberry Coffee out of my Power puff girls mug, a good book, and a little white puppy chillin in his crow’s nest/lookout (and for once isn’t barking at shit)
If I’m an individual who was born male, but identifies as a female, but is in the closet about it, does that make me like the… female equivalent of a drag queen?
Here’s a couple out of like 90 selfies I took yesterday and I wasn’t gonna post them cuz I hadn’t really shaved and the eyebrows and my makeup are a wreck but I don’t have any pictures of me actually in girl mode on my blog since I don’t get many opportunities to dress like a girl and I just kinda had a spur of the moment burst of body positivity so yeah ~*~
Gender questionable human being
I haven’t posted a selfie since I started identifying as a girl to myself so it’s nice to think I look cute for once also please ignore my eyebrows I am aware at how horrible they are and how badly they need to get touched up
|—||(idiom) Only the French would have such a way to describe beauty. A wonderful slang expression, it literally means “pretty and ugly” but describes the type of feminine beauty that is human, and not manufactured by plastic surgeons. It’s a kind of fascinating quirkiness implying charisma, a face you want to keep looking at, even if you can’t decide whether it is beautiful or not. (via lostwithmargaret)|