Moira

she/her | 20 | 🩷💜💙/🖤🩶🤍💜 | 🎭🎶🎮🎲📖🐉🌻🏔️ pfp by @Crowesn

[candlequiet]

my five-year plan? i dunno. make some pancakes, look at the tops of trees, listen to the oh hellos, sleep in, do things even when it's hard, etc etc

[thecollectibles]

Bus Stop by JC Jongwon Park

[fairycosmos]

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

[cervus-scribe]

Ｔｈｉｃｋｅｒ Ｔｈａｎ

They used to tell me how menstruation connects you to the women who came before you, stretching back thousands of years, all the way to the days of the Bible and having to bleed with the other women in a tent, unclean but still holy. I am stapled to this legacy by two x chromosomes I didn't ask for. I am drowning and the water tastes like copper and musk. Being a woman has been connected to pain since Genesis and I used to think that was because a man wrote that but maybe they were on to something, maybe they watched enough people die screaming, trading one life for another, or waste away slowly, the blood flowing like a river down someone's shaking legs. I didn't ask to be a woman and I'm afraid to ask for what would make me less of one. I cannot shed the label, because every month something else of mine is shed.  In my mind I am connected to the strange ones. The inbetween. The ones who were holy, connected to their gods in ritual, in prayer, in war. The ones born of the moon, the ones that men who thought they knew better could never truly wipe out. The ones who survived through words and stories and songs. The ones pathologized. The ones told to decide between two tightening nooses or else they would be tied to their genitals forever, the ones wondering if it was worth that to just not bleed anymore. The ones electrocuted and force fed vitamins, the ones who had their lives unrelentingly picked through like a puzzle meant to be solved when they are the answer. The ones who's parents will never understand. I am connected to the children crying in the bathroom as they wonder why they couldn't float in the space inbetween forever. The ones hiding their pads in boxer shorts. The ones called unholy, sinners, fools. The ones told they are going through a phase. The ones told to decide, because the blood coming out of them has decided for them. I am blood. I am water. I am inbetween and interwoven and alive. 

This poem is about menstruation while being transmasc.

This poem was inspired by all the things I was told when I got my period when I was 11. It is inspired by all the things I've been told about it since, from men and women and everyone inbetween and both. It is about me, but it might be about you too. If it is, I am glad to be connected, even if it's through shared pain.

[i-am-a-fish]

I do not need to queue up for another game I need to find someone I love and kiss them kindly

[chelfaust]

▶Continue?

[chelfaust]

☁Sky v32☁

☁️💜🩵✨

[segamascott]

[arlo-skipp]

claim your badge here

[deerlydetested]

What if I said that Tongues And Teeth is a very aroace song to me.

It's kind of just very important to me as someone who, while in a relationship, has figured out their own aspec feelings. It feels like I am ruining something that should be beautiful. Physical affection is uncomfortable. They mean well, but the good intent is misguided. I feel like I am taking affection that should not be mine. There are so many things they feel that I cannot return!!!

[sandmandaddy69]

[get-thee-to-a-shrubbery]

[ferret-on-pancakes]

[its-your-mind]

[miteistic]

[nick-nonya]

[cleanedupcorporationprogress]

[boothyghost]

[all-save-challenge]

I love this post especially the rat part

going on me feed

[trolleybusaberrations]

what do you mean there are exactly zero rats i. this post

[bingle-official]

[primordialsoupvendor]

[shower-thoughts-last-responder]

[definitely-not-a-plant]

[spectroacha]

DOES IT NOT STOP

[metamorphesque]

Piranesi, Susanna Clarke

[analyma]

[bluedragonenjoyer]

I've got a google doc where I'll write down really stupid haikus when I'm bored. Some recent favorites:

[bluedragonenjoyer]

i spent all of spring 20 running around town trying to give shane his pepper poppers when i found him at ginger island with all five other bachelors like they threw him a birthday party😭😭

[passionpeachy]

an ode to nessie

[lena-oleanderson]

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.