[paleartisanlight]

Taking a break from regular posting:

Trans Rights are Human Rights — and this lawyer is fighting to end discrimination against transgender lawyers in Illinois.

Sign the Petition

Support my lawsuit to end gender identity discrimination in Illinois courts.

[filmnoirsbian]

[daughterofanarcissistwoman]

I’ve been so programmed by my parents to relate to myself as “bad” no matter how hard I’m trying to do the “right thing”. No matter how hard I’m trying to be “perfect”. I’ve been trained to scan myself for defects the way they always did. The truth is they were just miserable fucks. I’ve always been precious and worthy of being nurtured, encouraged, loved and celebrated.

[iambrillyant]

“healing becomes a truly beautiful and emancipating process when you are able to accept your small steps as progress. when you learn to celebrate what may seem unimportant and insignificant. there is magic in everything that requires you to be patient to unearth your fullest self.”

— iambrillyant

[natalieironside]

My blog is a safe space for burnouts, flakes, layabouts, ne'er-do-wells, underachievers, and anyone who can't be arsed

[foldingfittedsheets]

I redid this older comic I made for my storytelling class based on this post. Have some cute wlw love in your day.

It’s hard, if I had more free time I could make it so pretty, this is what I could throw together for the assignment.

Help support a queer artist: Ko fi, Redbubble, Teepublic

[leafinthebreeze-deactivated2026]

[a-path-by-the-moon]

[jerseyclown]

from the growing-up itch, by kc c.

[paleartisanlight]

Do Not Conform

Do not conform to the patterns of this world--- is what I was taught. So, why was I punished when I started to question the patterns I was falling into? The discipleship I was listening to-- the following I was doing? The shepard I was following was my pastor, not the God in which I read about. I was told I was wrong, when the Bible clearly backed what I was saying-- or didn't match what the pastor said at all. I was told to love my neighbor, but when I loved them, I was wrong because they weren't religious. I couldn't have fellowship with the Muslim family who lived down the road or learn about their religions and culture. Unless it was the church telling me how we needed to save them, or me trying to get one of them to church with me. I was taught to love, until we were on Pine Ridge and being asked to preach and continue hundreds of years of colonization work on Native land. I was taught to love until the woman had an abortion, or a child out of wedlock-- but as someone having a child out of wedlock, I am forgiven as a child of God, I suppose--

I was asked why I don't go to a physical building, and I couldn't answer. For my safety, and to not be entirely ostracized from the community in which I was a part of-- Because not a soul would like to hear

"Because in the church, I don't feel loved or forgiven unless I do everything they say. When I know my God is a just and loving God who would hold all of his children-- especially those you have outcast-- in his arms while you threw the stones of judgement in which you do."

I was taught to turn the other cheek, and allow someone to talk down to me, but I stood up and spoke out-- and no one was happy. I was told I was wrong, for questioning the generations of people who believed one thing wholeheartedly and didn't question anything because "it's just how it is". I was taught to turn the other cheek, and a blind eye to the rampant homophobia and conversion therapy techniques my youth group attempted when we gained our first queer "sheep" that my pastor slandered at her funeral.

It was that moment, I found my footing against the congregational body-- because no child of God, no sheep of Christ would allow their neighbor to have been spoken so poorly of in her death. No one could have prepared me for the religious texts that continue to seep into my brain when I attend protests, try to debate on religious reasoning for why someone believes what they do, or to defend myself in why I believe what I do. I was taught to not conform, so I didn't-- and now I am, to burn in purgatory for my sins, according to their interpretation of the scripture.

[paleartisanlight]

With Easter coming, I felt it was time to share again.

[pelicandensity]

Soft Whispers Never Come

duty calls

but the

night

beckons

daylight

fails to

hold me

in its grasp

time turns

like a

wounded

bird

in

flight

etching

its mark

upon my life

how long

has it been

I yearn

to hear

soft whispers

of

inspiration

in the middle

of the night

but none come

to me

I have seen

so much and

written

so little

I sit here

in the darkness

sifting through

the dust of my past

with fingers

worn and scarred

by every search

that has left

its mark upon

my soul

[distilled-prose]

(I know this state of being)

[bloodnwine-writer]

I have been faking all those tales

The first sunrise I captured with my

Bleeding eyes is turning dull

Spirits are being lazy in their shells

The evils are playing in my yard

I can hear their moans of fun

Join us they asked

Stretching their rotten hands

My petite self was engulfed with a blanket

Willing to move out.

And screaming with joy

Should I play with devil's children?

Cause all my angels left me....

-Mrun v

[somebodyssongbird]

You and I stand at the Shop counter We are buying a Freshly baked blueberry pie To bring over to your Brother’s home towns away

You stand patiently In your thick woolen Overcoat, in the many layers Under your violet skirt That has faded to lilac

The shopkeeper counts Our shared coins And you look at me With the warmest eyes On this blistering afternoon

You look at me so innocently In this small, warm Bakery, like looking At me could melt the winter From our hats and mittens

You say thank you to the Kind man with the Graying mustache in The coziest voice I know as if it were my own

We walk down the street Down to the train, where You will sit close Beside me, and it will Not be the pie that warms us

[mentalhealth]

by christine mari

[paleartisanlight]

When I wrote growing up, it felt like I had to hide it because my thoughts felt too large for the associated age. That my words, made too much sense, or were too adult. Until now, I didn't realize how much writing was something I was ashamed of. Because it's where I reopen some of the wounds, trying to process everything I've been through. If I share, I'm often discouraged because of response, not the volume of people reached, but the volume of the conversations that make me think, maybe my writing is still best not to be shared, and I should continue to hide it. Maybe my thoughts are still too large and messy.

[idkmaybeitsbpd]

Self sabotage scares me because it’s subconscious. Your coping mechanisms can happen without your knowledge, the way you hear something can be subconsciously, the way you act can be subconsciously. Self sabotage could ruin relationships, friendships, etc because you haven’t learned to set boundaries or express your needs, express what you don’t like and do, be vulnerable because your brain is in the past and being aware is so scary. Being aware is only a part of healing, trying to reprogram a subconscious part of you is so difficult but it’s worth it because feeling this unaware is even worst than being aware. I suffered from self hatred for so long that I will not be doing that anymore. It’s 2022 and I choose to not be my enemy

[writethatdown]

this is your reminder to start slow and gradually lean into consistency rather than to change your entire routine one fine day. it's okay to start wherever and whenever you feel ready. please don't compare yourself to the highlight reel of people on social media. i promise it's never too late to work on your goals. you don't have to make a drastic change just because it's a new year. time is a social construct and i want nothing more than for you to truly enjoy life at present without worrying too much about the future. you are completely able to achieve goals you have set for yourself, but take it step by step. please avoid burnout and please take rest. wishing you all the best!!