Killjoi

Gemini/Agoraphobic

[sunandsilicon]

Sophie de Oliveira Barata’s Custom Prosthetic Limbs

[mementomoriiv]

Lauren Albert

[madamezooble]

[ritualbitchkilljoi]

ME AF

[lifeinpoetry]

& have you ever known a body not to be haunted?

Cameron Awkward-Rich, from “Theory of Motion (6), Nocturne,” Transit (via lifeinpoetry)

[socialpsychopathblr]

[mysharona1987]

[lifeinpoetry]

My body is a haunted             house that I am lost in.             There are no doors but there are knives             and a hundred windows.

— Jacqui Germain, from “Bipolar is Bored and Renames Itself,” When the Ghosts Come Ashore

[attitud]

[safehouseusa-deactivated2015100]

[charminglyantiquated]

a little comic about kisses and curses. happy halloween!

[wearesummercourt]

@weareautumncourt

[weareautumncourt]

It tends toward my cousins in Spring, but… yes.

It is good to understand what you fear.  You may find something completely unexpected.

[wasbella102]

Late 1930’s Burlesque dancer Zorita

[refinery29]

Hold onto this: here’s a one-sheet for numbers you can call to make a difference and keep yourself safe

Here are those links again:

-Financial help for trans* people who need gender-appropriate documents: transrelief.com -Volunteer as a Planned Parenthood escort: https://goo.gl/X2gUZd -Attend training program for women who wish to run for office: https://goo.gl/xAXszs -Get help paying for an abortion: abortionfunds.org -Check local state rules about audio recording police: https://goo.gl/JBmmvB -Download the ACLU Mobile Justice app: https://goo.gl/n0jpzb -Monitor police stop and frisk in NYC: https://goo.gl/k1gCP

Read more about how to call your congressional representative here.

[awhirlpoolofinspiration]

Lemmy

[jokerandthethief63]

[bridiequilty]

Constance Bennett in Three Faces East (1930)

[lifeinpoetry]

What does it feel like to be lonely? It feels like being hungry: like being hungry when everyone around you is readying for a feast. It feels shameful and alarming, and over time these feelings radiate outwards, making the lonely person increasingly isolated, increasingly estranged. It hurts, in the way that feelings do, and it also has physical consequences that take place invisibly, inside the closed compartments of the body. It advances, is what I’m trying to say, cold as ice and clear as glass, enclosing and engulfing.

Olivia Laing, from The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone (via lifeinpoetry)

[micdotcom]

How quickly we forget (x)