I find that hard to reconcile with how 18th century dresses had boobs practically hanging out of them. Maybe the chest wasn’t as sexualized as the ankles were back then…
I have a dim memory from back in high school… I think someone once told me that breasts were no big deal back in corsetry-and-necklines-down-to-there days, they were considered a food source for children and that’s it.
But ANKLES. Oh, GOD. ANKLES. The ANKLE was connected to the LEG, which connected to THIGHS, which hid a woman’s SECRET FLOWER. The ankle was the gateway to the secret flower, so it was considered quite a stirring sight!
I have never considered that “leg bone connected to the ankle bone” song as a sexy tune before but
Also Me: I Need This Site So I Can Yell About My Current All-Consuming Interest Of The Month, Because If It Were, In Fact, Deleted, I Would Be Strangled Within Minutes For The Greater Good.
I’ve been on this hell site since 2008. That’s ten. Fucking. Years. Of my life that I’ve spent on this shitshow of a site. I was 14 when I first created my first blog on here!! Jesus!!! That’s so fucked up
being on here 5 years does not make you heauxes a tumblr ancient. im sorry but you have to have been here when ppl still said “creys” and “what is air” and you actually remember this cursed imaged
also @staff FUCK you for basically adopting instagrams transphobic ass sexist ass nipple policy I honestly never thought youd stoop that low but thats some real bullshit when you know full well how many of us gays chose tumblr over other platforms