and midnights aren't the same without her.

libby//she/they//gay   disclaimer: once my friend asked me if i'd ever written anything happy and i laughed in her face.

[mountainsiedes]

i’m gonna lose my mind... i’ve tried to type up a post about how i feel about this account twice now and tumblr reloaded the page right before publishing both times, so i will now speedrun that shit for you for the third time tonight.

first off, hello. if anyone still follows this account or vaguely recognises it, you qualify for a veterans discount. (thats a very american joke of me to make – i’ve never seen such a thing irl.) but that is true! i was active on this page, or at least semi-regularly publishing new content, about 2016-2018. some things have changed, like my gender and sexuality! it’s pretty apparent from the bio and content that my poems were by a lesbian, 2016-18 me, for a sapphic audience. i now identify as a nonbinary gay guy, which is a little different, and have therefore proceeded to create different content. 

i, however, want to keep this blog as a sort of time capsule and wlw-positive safe space. so, i won’t be changing the bio, content, or appearance of the blog, even though my name is now three and my pronouns are he/they. 

if you for whatever reason want to keep up with what i’ve been up to recently, i post sometimes on my art account https://www.instagram.com/hopeunofficial/ and aim to do a daily poetry challenge for december, so i promise you there will be content!! also my twitter is https://twitter.com/screaiming, come annoy transphobes with me. 

thanks so much for reading, all 2 of my followers! as a treat u get some previously unreleased shit 🥳 

[gaylittlethree]

gay people are just like [laughing til our ribs get tough] [the french clocks struck two-thirty] [not for me. not if it’s you] [easily as the right key turns the lock tumblers] [you’re in a car with a beautiful boy] [heartbreak opens onto the sunrise for even breaking is opening] [but he knew well enough] [go west, young man] [i’ll be a mannequin you can dismember] [bed is just a swamp to roll in] [these, our bodies, possessed by light] [up with your turret, aren’t we just terrified?] [this, and this, and this!] [feeling animalistic… i am tongue and heart] [i would know it in dark or disguise, i told myself. i would know it even in madness] [let me walk to the top of the big night sky] [sweetheart, this is how it is:] [and salt the earth behind you] [trusting things beyond mistake. hallelu-] 

[astrolocherry]

[mountainsiedes]

please dont let me                          lose her. please. stars, i’m asking you.

and other things a breaking girl whispers in the dead of night (l.h.)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Those Who Don’t Believe In Magic Will Never Find It,” by Mel Volkman

[mountainsiedes]

maybe instead of

rooting yourself in people so

profoundly,

trust

yourself to invest the

right energy in

the right aspects of

life you surround

yourself with.

engage

with others in

love and

in laughter. listen

to the birds as they tell

the morning how

their sleep

was.

glisten, and

let the tears fall. and

let yourself go,

and let yourself

grow.

take root,

not in one brook

but in innumerable passions,

colours,

words on a page. love,

and grow, and

live

for yourself. revel

in the sensation;

heal.

let a fire flicker — softly —

within you.

[mountainsiedes]

you are both so unforeseeably 

separate now,

oceans apart but atoms still bonded. with

every breath brings the icy song of fire,

disappointment in self and an

ache that refuses to swallow itself;

you are the tightening of your

own throat and how you

wish it never ended up this way.

[zarathustra-would-be-proud]

[mountainsiedes]

maybe instead of

rooting yourself in people so

profoundly,

trust

yourself to invest the

right energy in

the right aspects of

life you surround

yourself with.

engage

with others in

love and

in laughter. listen

to the birds as they tell

the morning how

their sleep

was.

glisten, and

let the tears fall. and

let yourself go,

and let yourself

grow.

take root,

not in one brook

but in innumerable passions,

colours,

words on a page. love,

and grow, and

live

for yourself. revel

in the sensation;

heal.

let a fire flicker — softly —

within you.

[melisica]

[nemfrog]

The sun, the moon and the stars. Out-of-doors. v. 2. 1932.

[phaxes]

[mountainsiedes]

work in progress

[unomoralez]

[heilige]

[mountainsiedes]

you take in the statue of a girl you once knew. there is mist in her eyes and thunder in each fist and both threaten to fall. she is marble, now, irrevocably. you want to scream, but – here lies the tragedy: you can only witness.

nothing spells broken like the fallen angel’s lover || L.H

[mountainsiedes]

“please dont let me lose her. please. stars, i’m asking you.”

— and other things a breaking girl whispers in the dead of night (l.h.)