it's half past six @halfpastsix - Tumblr Blog

so what's it mean if i keep waking up in tears from dreams where im either a trans woman or a cis man

#stopppppp #RELEASE ME #I DON'T NEED THIS #LET ME GO

2026 - 2025 - 2024 - 2023

in spite of it all, happy 2026 pride.

you can download current and past hi-res versions of these over at my ko-fi (ok to print for personal use): https://ko-fi.com/mxmorgan/shop/freedownloads

you can also snag shirts here which go to various orgs: https://mxmorgan.threadless.com/collections/pride

these get reposted a whole lot from here to reddit to twitter to tiktok and on and on, and i don't personally care whether or not i'm credited. i made these for everyone to use, enjoy, and find meaning in them. i appreciate folks who do credit me, but if able, please at least link to the threadless shop in the previous post - folks can get an official shirt where 90% of earnings go to trans led orgs focused on mental health (which is an important matter in general, but very personal to me) and not from a scam bot site selling AI-churned maga garbage where you probably won't get one anyway. i also suggest downloading the files from my ko-fi - they are free/PWYW and you can use them to make your own shirt, patch, embroidery project, whatever. tips are always nice, cuz i do like a pizza now and then, but never required for download.

final thought - breaking the pride tradition and more than likely won't make a new piece. the top one from TDOV is all i'm making this year. i have my focus on other projects currently and i don't want to force a poster design. these came from a specific head space and my current head space is Very Tired lmao so i wanna work on other things. 👍

irish-american-chan

I Wonder A Lot About Being Six. Will I Miss Being Five?

trumbloola

One day youll even be seven! ...but not for a long time

irish-american-chan

But Maybe Ill Be Eight For A Really Really Really Long Time

trumbloola

I miss you. I miss you so much.

you've learned to breathe water and i'm still struggling to figure out this whole air thing up here.

are you coming out anytime soon? are you gonna walk out of the sea and come grab me, drag into the waves kicking and biting?

i'm drowning up here and i can't wait to see you.

be kind and come get me.

#this is quite literally about the trans version of me.#and maybe the guy i haven't seen in years who had my whole life figured out and tried to save me but i didn't get it until it was too late #i don't know #maybe there's still time but maybe there's nothing left

dogpuppy

javascript-official

We all have that one friend who has no organs and has no face and is made entirely out of blood and is screaming and is screaming and is screaming and is screaming 😂🤣😂🤣

briarpatch-kids

I desperately need y'all to see this scam bot I just got:

elodieunderglass

The deepest down of the ocean…….

feluka

guy with depression: idk stories about time loops just kinda really resonate with me haha idk why

kosmogrl

ever since I was a little girl I knew I never wanted to tell anyone anything

biocrafthero

The Tolling of the Bell compilation

luxiomahariel

achillesinhighheels

a few months ago on the evening bus home we stopped at a red light in front of a building with a huge fascist-era carving spanning at least nine meters in width and four in height, armed men of discoloured stone rushing to battle lit from underneath by three big bright sodium lamps, and on the lamp in the center sat a pigeon, its belly beaming yellow and purple and its head completely in the dark, looking like a flame lighting up the whole road before dissolving into the air, and the pigeon cast a huge shadow on the white-stone men, reaching up the whole four meters of the carving and and then five meters across, impossibly black, swallowing them whole while they stood frozen waiting to kill. it didn't even know, it sat and warmed its feet and the enormity of the scene behind it will never matter to it for one instant of its life. and every time i recall it, it burns slightly brighter, orange then yellow then white, and in a matter of months the whole picture will be swallowed by the fire, and even just trying to remember will sting my eyes, and there is nothing to be done about it, and there doesn't need to be. whatever this is, i think it's fine.