burial ground boys and graveyard girls // 7.1.19
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
DEAR READER

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KIROKAZE
macklin celebrini has autism
Cosmic Funnies
hello vonnie

blake kathryn
tumblr dot com
Jules of Nature
Peter Solarz
RMH
occasionally subtle
NASA

JVL
cherry valley forever

Product Placement
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

roma★
taylor price

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burial ground boys and graveyard girls // 7.1.19
why does a bird speak for me // 6.30.19
It doesn’t take much to erase a trans person
It also doesn’t take much to make a trans person feel seen and validated
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are you mad at me / i don’t understand why / what do you mean
pre–amphibian, margaret atwood
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seven things you learned in sunday school, or, seven quotes from your religion textbook, or, seven sentences that broke your heart
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on living and finding a home
(aka the ever-present question of city or countryside)
girls on a roof // antigoneblue - posted here - for @autoenyo - happy birthday!!!! i love you <3
i keep being drawn to pieces of art that fill me with a sense of shadowy existence, of clouds of somethingness like fog dropping into a clear river, and i don’t know what that means but maybe it’s why i’m so drawn to you. everything is muddled in my heart and, it’s like i was dragged through the murky water and came out gasping, but not for air, but for the water i had just escaped from. why is it, that i am so drawn to the sharp pain in my chest, why is it that the hurting gives me a reason to stay alive, proof that i am alive, proof that there’s something in this world that makes me feel something, and if i can feel pain then maybe i can feel joy. i don’t remember the last time i felt that bright shoreline so i keep grasping onto the pulsing pain because it’s better than the dullness, better than drowning, better than sinking, and how am i supposed to survive without the stabbing hurt of loving that i don’t think is supposed to come with love but came with this anyway, what am i supposed to do if i can’t love you, where am i supposed to go if not home to you, who am i supposed to be if not yours, there was an unintended side effect of loving you and it was the hurt but it came with you just the same. i don’t know how to love without being hurt and i don’t know if i want to.
-5/27/19