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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Not today Justin
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@feminist-trainwreck
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’….You are free to call me trans and I am proud to lift this name up and hold it, right there in the sun, and you would not be wrong, but this still feels like I am borrowing a word from someone else, that it is not all the way mine, really, and my friend who lent it to me might need it back, or they might need it more than me, and really, these are just words, and words are always imperfect, words are just sounds we make with our mouths that point our minds to think of things that cannot be fully described in words anyways…’
Ivan E. Coyote
From the short story ‘Danger’, in Gender Failure, Ivan E. Coyote and Rae Spoon, pg 247
for days I've been feeling so tired & tearful & easily woundable. I know im being uncommunicative and distant and so letting everyone down. and the mental health takes are all a bit much rn. I feel so knackered with the prospect of living in these conditions forever when things could be so much lovelier. everything I am expected to do feels a bit insurmountable. and I don't know how to say, I am sad, I need help, or any of the things you are supposed to say
flawed.
book of blue tiles, part 2
Suhaylah H. (2018)
Kenesha Sneed
LOS SANTOS, 1972. instagram.com/parischolland
Cutie
i keep thinking about when i was a stranger to my own body ! and i would see my body and have this jolting sadness that was not really to do with ugliness but more to do with alienation. and my voice never sounded like it was telling the truth, or the kind of truth i wanted to tell . my whole life was full of blind spots. i didn’t have the words for half the things i knew deep inside me were true, and definitely not for the things i desired. i didnt even know the kind of love i was missing. thats why i know feminism saved my life !!!!!!!!!!!!!
My nips: *get really pokey out of nowhere*
Me: what is it girls? what do you see?
Grażyna Smalej (Polish, b. 1976, Chełm, Poland) - 1: Bath XXX, 2010 2: Bath XXIX, 2010 Paintings: Oil on Canvas
Let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing (via literatuer)
The Olympics are near, here’s my favorite (summer) olympic sport: cycling!
*friend showing me a picture of their boyfriend* well. well. that is a human man!
SUBJECT NOT OBJECT
me showing up at heaven ready to ask god what the fuck all of that was