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My poor little mew mew, what has the world done to you?
Prosthetic limb 👍🏻
are you man enough?
but its me trying on my binder from freshman year in my childhood bedroom
in honor of my swim lesson today here are some of my favorite things i’ve said
: are you a little boy or a piranha
: can you please stop beating me up? This is emasculating
: dude you can’t give me wedgies of psychological warfare.
: What if you were a trumpet and not a little boy?
: why are your limbs so sharp?
{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}
so soft it hurts
— David Cronenberg, Consumed
my tv js randomly turned on to a horror movie
i think i had a heart attack
the roof of my house a freeing experiance i could feel the wind whistle as i stood on the edge toes curled over legs posed to jump but the wind never whistles in my ears my parents never call for me i climb down after dark saving my spot for another day
i wish you were buried close to home it’s a pilgrimage to go visit a testament to my faith a god long lost
you my religion, my deity a omen of good fortune and joy a rapacious god keeping you for himself
your shrine reduced to a plack buried in the ground your glow scrubbed away to bronze letters
as i share a drink with you your ghost hands cupped your glass cup full sparking in the light
a sunflower turned away from the sun Weeping as dew rolls down its petals
being a woman is just a constant cycle of [maybe if i was prettier] [maybe if i was prettier] [naybe if i was—]
i don’t need to be white passing i am white
“honey you should go to therapy”
“ therapy isn’t real”
“neither are the shadow people”