who me? No, I'm just a worm.

my names emily and its hard to be a human being. and its harder as anything else

[54321lispoff]

umm hi here are some scans of collages I’ve made

[faerieconsort]

i was born to be a beautiful lady but instead life turned me into a ghoul

[valtsv]

i've had enough of being so brave about it i want to start screaming

[noisepuppy]

I asked if this was an art installation and a Danish person said "no this is quite a serious impedance"

[souleyes]

[weltenwellen]

Taking Care  Callista Buchen

[quantumshade]

everyone be quiet. marsha with her snoopy.

[iwatchsmiggles]

[godkissedme]

We should hang out soon before one of us evolves or disappears

[stuckinapril]

I promise you things will get so much better when you start processing people’s behavior as information rather than a verdict on your self-worth. If someone doesn’t text back, suddenly pulls away, whatever it may be, the solution isn’t to put on a tap dance for them and try to regain their approval. It’s not to crash out on them and try to force them to react a certain way. It’s just to take a step back, take a deep breath, and assess what this tells you. What’s this saying about them? What’s this saying about you??

[achillesinhighheels]

[e14jxx]

— Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis

[nixscriptum]

[giveherswords]

Jenny Holzer, Black Book Posters, 1979

[butterflypeaflowertea]

every so often i remember this poem by langston hughes & am inconsolable

[upsettingandunfortunateclasshate]

My son's tattoo hurt me deeply

When Tess Morgan's son came home with a tattoo, she was griefstricken. She knew her reaction was OTT (he's 21) but it signalled a change in their relationship

This is gold this, absolute gold, the most over the top melodramatic hysterical ridiculous thing I’ve ever read

[brawlcloud]

This is actually so interesting to read- it’s from 2012 but its full of the same anxieties, even some of the same phrasing that many of the guardian’s later pieces on transness use. really hammers home how much of the terfism that emerged in the late 10s was middle class mothers angry at a loss of control over their adult children- whether that be their bodies or their friends or their opinions- and making that everyone’s problem because they have the power to do so

[monkey-cat-vivi]

He says, “I’m still the same person.”

I look at him, sitting there, my 21-year-old son. I feel I’m being interviewed for a job I don’t even want. I say, “But you’re not. You’re different. I will never look at you in the same way again. It’s a visceral feeling. Maybe because I’m your mother. All those years of looking after your body – taking you to the dentist and making you drink milk and worrying about green leafy vegetables and sunscreen and cancer from mobile phones. And then you let some stranger inject ink under your skin. To me, it seems like self-mutilation. If you’d lost your arm in a car accident, I would have understood. I would have done everything to make you feel better. But this – this is desecration. And I hate it.”

[quasi-normalcy]

Also just the classism of her associating tattoos with “vest tops, dogs on chains, broken beer glasses”; like, just say you hate poor people

[havingapoemwithyou]

To a stranger by Walt Whitman