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“It was something adults said all the time. “You'll change your mind when you're older. You never know what might happen. You'll feel differently one day.” As if we teenagers knew so little about ourselves that we could wake up one day a completely different person. As if the person we are right now doesn't matter at all.”

- Loveless, Alice Oseman (2020)

prompt-heaven

a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town

academy

adventurer's guild

alchemist

apiary

apothecary

aquarium

armory

art gallery

bakery

bank

barber

barracks

bathhouse

blacksmith

boathouse

book store

bookbinder

botanical garden

brothel

butcher

carpenter

cartographer

casino

castle

cobbler

coffee shop

council chamber

court house

crypt for the noble family

hona-hona

i love you charlie spring

anexperimentallife

"The human mind, a labyrinth of thoughts and emotions, can indeed be both fascinating and terrifying. When we delve into the pages of a book, especially one crafted by a skilled author like Karin Slaughter, we traverse the corridors of their imagination. We glimpse their darkness, their fears, and their musings. It’s as if we peer through a keyhole into their psyche, wondering what secrets lie within.

Karin Slaughter, known for her gripping thrillers, weaves tales that haunt our waking hours. Her characters dance on the precipice of sanity, their flaws and vulnerabilities laid bare. As readers, we become voyeurs, observing their descent into chaos, their struggles with morality, and their desperate quests for redemption.

But here’s the paradox: Karin Slaughter, like all writers, is a creator. She conjures nightmares from thin air, molds them into words, and sets them free upon the world. Is she frightening? Perhaps. Yet, she is also a vessel—a conduit for our collective fears and desires. She mirrors our own twisted corners, the shadows we dare not explore.

And so, we all wear masks—the writer, the reader, the passerby on the bridge. Beneath our facades, we harbor darkness, fragility, and resilience. We grapple with existential questions, seeking meaning in fleeting moments. The bridge beckons, its cold steel railing a siren’s call. But we resist, for life is a tapestry woven from both mundane and extraordinary threads.

Karin Slaughter may pen tales of murder and mayhem, but perhaps her greatest magic lies in reminding us that we are all flawed, all haunted, and all beautifully human. So, let us embrace our twisted selves, acknowledge our fleeting moments, and step away from the edge. There is more to live for—more stories to read, more bridges to cross, and more moments to cherish.

And in this shared vulnerability, we find solace. 🌟"

#karin slaughter #ai generated #words words words

ucanbanything

remanence-of-love

bearsintreesofficial

be cringe about your interests!! be embarrassing about the things that matter to you!! be unashamedly annoying with regards to the things that make your world go round!! the world is a better place because of it!!

dyllpiccle

Don’t let them bury me as someone I’m not.

rogha

Hey, I reblogged this yesterday and at the time Ithought the work was really important to just let be on it’s own as a piece of art... But since then some of the notes I saw were bleak and I just want to say that I’m not an expert by any means, I’m just a person whose watched a youtube video or two but as a trans person you don’t have no options when you die.

What you need is something called an advanced directive - a will is not going to cut it because that won’t some into play until after you’re buried. The youtuber and mortician Caitlin Doughty has a video about it, specifically as it relates to trans people: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVgumSUZQRI

You need to make sure the right people look after you after death.

andinuffishthought

[ID: A digital comic.

Image 1:

Text reading “On the occasion of my death.”

A person with short hair in a yellow dress holding flowers, their head is on a pillow but their body breaks the border and hangs into a blue sky above a sunflower field Behind their shoulders is ribbon reading “Don’t let them bury me in a dress.”

On either side of their body is a panel, one containing a close up of the face of a woman wearing a black veil and crying, the on the containing a preacher reading from a book. The text boxes accompanying these panels read “Don’t let them speak a stranger’s name. Or repeat stories I told to make myself seem palatable.”

Down at the bottom in the sunflowers a text box reads “On the occassion of my death.”

Image 2:

First is a text box reading “Lay me down in a suit.” The same person, this time wearing a suit and coming on the page upside down, visible from shoulders to head. Behind them are green plants.

Below is a panel in red of a group of friends chatting. The text with it reads “And all the comforts I knew amongst friends.”

The next panel depicts one friend whispering into another’s ear in magenta. The text reads “And all the secrets we shared in hushed whispers.”

Another panel shows hands clasped and music notes in pink and purple. The text reads “And on loud nights.”

Image 3:

In yellow an older person speaks to a younger, a crowd in front of them, and a striped flag being waved. In blue another person holds the younger in an emotional embrace. Between these reads “In love and in fear.”

The next panel is in orange, it shows the person from above smiling, they are outside and birds and clouds are in the sky. The accompanying text reads “Make them mourn all of me.”

Then there are two panels, the first in pink showing one person kissing another on the temple in pink, the second in brown shows another sitting dejected with a large figure in the distance. Below text reads “Every part they love and hate.”

Image 4:

In red shows 4 friends holding the central character who is holding a bouquet of flowers. Below is the text “Don’t let them bury me a stranger” underlined. The background is a yellow gradient.

All text:

“On the occasion of my death,

Don’t let them bury me in a dress.

Don’t let them speak a stranger’s name,

Or repeat stories I told to make myself palatable.

On the occasion of my death.

Lay me down in a suit,

And all the comforts I knew amongst friends,

And all the secrets we shared in hushed whispers,

And on loud nights,

In love and in fear.

Make them mourn all of me,

Every part they love and hate.

Don’t let them bury me a stranger.”

End ID]

daloy-politsey

Leelah Alcorn was a transgender girl who committed suicide on December 28, 2014 as a result of her parents refusing to accept her. This is a suicide note she wrote on Tumblr. It reads:

SUICIDE NOTE

If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this from my queue.

Please don’t be sad, it’s for the better. The life I would’ve lived isn’t worth living in… because I’m transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but this note is probably going to be lengthy enough as it is. To put it simply, I feel like a girl trapped in a boy’s body, and I’ve felt that way ever since I was 4. I never knew there was a word for that feeling, nor was it possible for a boy to become a girl, so I never told anyone and I just continues to do traditional “boyish” things to try to fit in.

When I was 14, I learned what transgender meant and cried of happiness. After 10 years of confusion I finally understood who I was. I immediately told my mom, and she reacted extremely negatively, telling me that it was a phase, that I would never truly be a girl, that God doesn’t make mistakes, that I am wrong. If you are reading this, parents, please don’t tell this to your kids. Even if you are Christian or are against transgender people don’t ever say that to someone, especially your kid. That won’t do anything but make them hate them self. That’s exactly what it did to me.

My mom started taking me to a therapist, but would only take me to christian therapists, (who were all very biased) so I never actually got the therapy I needed to cure me of my depression. I only got more christians telling me that I was selfish and wrong and that I should look to God for help.

When I was 16 I realized that my parents would never come around, and that I would have to wait until I was 18 to start any sort of transitioning treatment, which absolutely broke my heart. The longer you wait, the harder it is to transition. I felt hopeless, that I was just going to look like a man in drag for the rest of my life. On my 16th birthday, when I didn’t receive consent from my parents to start transitioning, I cried myself to sleep.

I formed a sort of “fuck you” attitude towards my parents and came out as gay at school, thinking that maybe if I eased into coming out as trans it would be less of a shock. Although the reaction from my friends was positive, my parents were pissed. They felt like I was attacking their image, and that I was an embarrassment to them. They wanted me to be their perfect little straight christian boy, and that’s obviously not what I wanted.

So they took me out of public school, took away my laptop and phone, and forbid me of getting on any sort of social media, completely isolating me from my friends. This was probably the part of my life when I was the most depressed, and I’m surprised I didn’t kill myself. I was completely alone for 5 months. No friends, no support, no love. Just my parent’s disappointment and the cruelty of loneliness.

At the end of the school year, my parents finally came around and gave me my phone and let me back on social media. I was excited, I finally had my friends back. They were extremely excited to see me and talk to me, but only at first. Eventually they realized they didn’t actually give a shit about me, and I felt even lonelier than I did before. The only friends I thought I had only liked me because they saw me five times a week.

After a summer of having almost no friends plus the weight of having to think about college, save money for moving out, keep my grades up, go to church each week and feel like shit because everyone there is against everything I live for, I have decided I’ve had enough. I’m never going to transition successfully, even when I move out. I’m never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I’m never going to find a man who loves me. I’m never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a woman or I live my life as a lonelier woman who hates herself. There’s no winning. There’s no way out. I’m sad enough already, I don’t need my life to get any worse. People say “it gets better” but that isn’t true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse.

That’s the gist of it, that’s why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that’s not a good enough reason for you, it’s good enough for me. As for my will, I want 100% of the things that I legally own to be sold and the money (plus the money in the bank) to be given to trans civil rights movements and support groups, I don’t give a shit which one. The only way I will rest in peace is if one day transgender people aren’t treated the way I was, they’re treated like humans, with valid feelings and human rights. Gender needs to be taught about in schools, the earlier the better. My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I wasnt someone to look at that number and say “that’s fucked up” and fix it. Fix society. Please

Goodbye,

(Leelah) Josh Alcorn

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