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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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A bone-handled switchblade knife
i am too sensitive to be a person i feel like they took the heart and brain of a small prey animal and stuck it inside of me i am very dumb and very scared all the time
I’m in love with this stupid shirt
locked the fuck out. distractionmaxxing
“you can’t just casually mention you’ve technically died once” i can actually. it’s funny
what do you want from me ? why don’t you run from me ?
what are you wondering ? what do you know ?
why aren’t you scared of me ? why do you care for me ?
google search how to cough up the ball of grief that's been stuck in your stomach since birth
Once I finish killing this guy the cycle of violence will be over, trust me guys
GIRLS WHO MANSPREAD I REPEAT GIRLS WHO MANSPREAD
i think two weird freak bisexuals can do whatever. Save the world, even
fell asleep while writing and
There are hardly any female werewolves because they break all the classic rules of femininity. They force you to confront female violence, strength, size, grotesqueness and uncontrollability. Historically female shapeshifters always shift into something dangerous (snake) or sleek (cat) or dainty (bird) but female werewolves ignore the masculine gaze completely. They're distorted beasts that have no ulterior motive except to destroy. Nothing about them is nurturing or modest. They're the opposite of what a woman "should be." Their omission from pop culture is not an accident.
I know this is maybe not the point of the post, but this reminded me of this beautiful poem called When My Wife Is A Werewolf by Rosamund Taylor which I really adore so I thought I would share it.
This is taken from a collection of contemporary queer Irish poetry called Queering the Green, which has some truly wonderful work in it and is available from The Lifeboat Press (currently sold out but hopefully available again soon if you're interested).
no i can't go out tonight i'm mourning my unlived life. yes i see the irony. yeah all night. no i can't reschedule, sorry. hope you have fun living your life instead of watching it pass you by though! sounds like fun
its always ”b-b-but arent you DEAD??” and never ”was it fun getting buried it looked fun?” never ”was it difficult to claw your way through the soft earth?” they NEVER ask if the first breath of air after fighting myself out of my coffin was refreshing and tasted like sorrow and relief. it did. by the way. not that anyone CARES >:(