what do you want from me

i can give you nothing

[rcklessboy]

maybe we were meant for each other after all. maybe in the next life, or the one after that. maybe you'll be ready.

[antisisyphus]

the torn-up road by richard siken - geoff mcfetridge

[inksplit]

[rcklessboy]

.

[rcklessboy]

you recover or you die. you recover or you die. you recover or you die. you recover or you die. cobwebs.

[rcklessboy]

you will get better. it hurts and you will hurt but it has to be done. it has to be done so your hurt can end. it has to be done. it’s cruel and painful. it has to be done. it is long and terrible. and it has to be done. the only other option is death.

[rcklessboy]

stabs myself in the gut 2000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 times

[crybaby-nymph]

[rcklessboy]

i love my trans body. i hate my trans experiences.

[rcklessboy]

that’s cruel.

[buttonpoetry]

“I open my mouth, hope my mother’s sad heart does not stumble drunk out of me.”

— Desireé Dallagiacomo, from Sink 

[etteraths]

[themodernartists]

Barbara Kruger (American, b. 1945), Untitled (Do I Have to Give Up Me to be Loved By You?), 2011. Archival pigment print, in artist’s frame.

[galsslay]

[gossamer-feathers]

Speak kindly, dear sibling, mortal ears were not made to fathom the secrets, the truths, your words may herald.

Speak gently, dear sibling, lest you ignite a primal fear in the hearts of your loved ones.

Speak slowly, dear sibling, this tongue was not made to speak the old one, and the words are clumsy in our mouths.

Speak softly, dear sibling, this body’s throat was not made to hold the glory of your true voice.

But if you must raise your voice, dear sibling, then let it be heard.

[rcklessboy]

(counts his apologies on one hand) i was the abuser.

[rcklessboy]

i feel like every day at some point my brain shoots the "hey lets almost od on ritalin again" thought straight thru my head