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hollowterrain

Animal Liberation Front

#menstruation #period #sexuality

thepoisonroom

anyone else know in their heart that they would absolutely adore smoking cigarettes so they have to avoid them like the plague or just me

My reproductive organs are not at peace with me; they started a war years ago. Every day, it’s like I have soldiers inside of me, stabbing my skin with their sharp weapons and tying knots in my guts.

I wonder how it feels to experience the beauty of reproduction, the beauty of perfect cycles, and divine energies, as much as I think that’s a stupid myth.

My organs claim rebellion every day. Waving their red flag in my eyes, distorting what others say, ruining my relationships.

They continuously inject me with a shot of hormones I did not ask for. Hormones that make me sad, angry, chaotic.

Countless days and nights I’ve spent trying to take my life or imagining horrible things because of the war my body is in. Countless times, I’ve been so sure I would not survive, as much as I wanted to.

They cause me pain, physical and emotional. It’s like a horror-themed rollercoaster that actually threatens my integrity.

My brain gets filled with fog, it hurts, and I become someone else. I do not recognize myself. Those parts of my body take the lead and ruin all the good things I’ve ever accomplished. They drain me, they hurt me, and they hurt those I love. Creating images all around me, making me unable to differentiate reality from imagination, throwing me into a loop of despair.

Hysteric—that’s one definition.

I do not want them inside of me; they do too much harm, and I deserve a body that at least gives me the chance of becoming a better person.

Some say I’m crazy, delusional, violent, selfish, dramatic, but they don’t know how much I would love to act differently. How much I fight these hormonal changes that just seem so much stronger than me. How much of my identity is lost in this mess my system has become.

I beg you to remove this misshaped evil from inside of me, for I just want freedom, and I'm sure I wasn't born to be cursed.

#pcos #endometriosis #pmdd #pms #vent poetry #vent #poetry #slam #poem

#pcos #poetry #poem #vent

hanfu-mermay

Butterfly spirit 🦋

👩🏻久岸純

ziseviolet

Chinese hanfu & fantasy-inspired makeup/hairstyling.

hjartasalt

Actually I wasn't born in the wrong body I was just born in my body and then it was up to me to decide what I want to do with that

punkyworm

Nature doesn't make bodies to fit standards, it makes bodies to function as living beings.

erendeer

You know what? Fuck you. I am a "men's rights activist."

I'm for trans men having gender-affirming marks on identification and paperwork and still being able to access OBGYN and pregnancy care, and contraceptives.

I'm for all men's restrooms including baby changing stations, because fathers exist and need to change their babies.

I'm for black men having a voice and being seen and heard, and not assumed to be predators for being both black and men.

I'm for fathers gaining custody of their children in the face of a court system which favors the mother, stating that a child should "never be without their mother," granting custody to even the abusive mothers while taking it away from their fathers.

I'm for boys receiving both 'boy' sex education and 'girl' sex education, so they know how periods and pregnancy actually work.

I'm for boys and men giving and receiving emotional checkups, hugs, and everything soft because boys and men both deserve softness. Boys and men deserve to express their emotions healthily. To know how to express emotions healthily.

Men deserve access to care, patience, love and kindness.

faeryton

i post for the girls who used to read obsessively but can no longer pick up a book and also are no longer girls

punkyworm

Literally me.

lowpolycas

Reblog to have something lgbt happen to you this summer

fayzaundevon

Not to sound like a tinfoil hat guy but I have to let y'all know it's creatures out there. Like when locals and indigenous people tell you that there's a monster in the woods or desert I take it at face value. When people say "don't go there; it's cursed" I heed their warnings. When multiple people have personal stories of encounters in a specific area I believe them. I've personally seen enough wild and unexplainable shit that I will simply say "okay if you say you saw a cryptid or creature then I believe you". Even if they're not supernatural they could be some unknown species of animal that we simply don't have enough information on to defend against it. It's a big world and we'd be foolish to think we know all there is to know about it. So while it's okay to be skeptical and take things with a grain of salt, you should also keep your mind open enough to be aware of unexplainable phenomena.

lousydrawingsforgoodpeople

luthienne

hi, I'm sorry if this sounds super vague, but do you have anything that could give me some comfort? my mother is in the hospital and I'm unsure of how to navigate my feelings and I feel like some comforting texts might be a great start? if it's too much, you don't have to :) thanks for reading anyway have a great day/night! 💘🥰

hi, i’m so so sorry that you and your mom are going through such a difficult time and i hope things look up. sending you all the love in the world. <3 here and here are some posts with some words on hope, and a few more words that comfort me:

“We talk so much of light, please let me speak on behalf of the good dark. Let us talk more of how dark the beginning of a day is.”

Maggie Smith, from “How Dark the Beginning”

“What we love, shapely and pure, / is not to be held, / but to be believed in.”

Mary Oliver, from Evidence; “Swans”

Callista Buchen, “Taking Care”

Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things

Lloyd Schwartz, “Leaves”

Kahlil Gibran, “On Joy and Sorrow”

“…I have known with certainty that the worst things, and even despair, are only a kind of abundance and an onslaught of existence that one decision of the heart could turn into its opposite. Where things become truly difficult and unbearable, we find ourselves in a place already very close to its transformation.”

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Anita Forrer, February 14, 1920 as featured in The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation

Valarie Kaur, Sikh activist, civil rights attorney, and author

“To touch someone is to risk pain, to risk rejection, be it your own or that of another. […] It is a bridge you walk together, swaying above an abyss of fear. To hold each other’s hands is to have balance. Yet it also means having their weight with you, should there be a sudden fall.”

D. E. Chaudron, excerpt of Your Body, An Altar

Learning to Die: An Interview with Jenny Offill

“...whatever the name of the catastrophe, it is never / the opposite of love.”

Mary Oliver, from Dream Work: Poems; “Shadows”

Aracelis Girmay, “Elegy”

“When we will ourselves to stillness, we find we are flawed and cleaved inherently. A rip is a wound that might undo you, but also a space where light comes through.”

Molly McCully Brown; Places I’ve Taken My Body; ‘Poetry, Patience, and Prayer’