Stitches

Professional big sister, wannabe writer, brave little toaster, and general try-hard. Original content marked with #sharpquill. She/her/hers pronouns.

[mattressblowoutsale]

whats the meaning of life? son, its those little tiny pumpkins. the ones that are mad small.  you know the ones i mean. 

[inkskinned]

In my class we have a worm day. If they promise to be gentle and not tug, they can hold one of those beautiful squiggly caretakers of dirt. The wonder they have for it is so real - and I say, did you know they have 5 hearts and love you with all of them. Then I say, “are you holding a boy worm or a girl worm” and they guess. They are all right, and they are all wrong, because worms are both. And I say that. I say, “they are just like people; sometimes not a boy or a girl but something in between, or sometimes they’re both on different days. And they still love you with all 5 hearts.”

“Cool,” says one kid. “I don’t want to be a boy, I want to be a girl sometimes.” And I say okay.

Children are taught fear. They are taught that the worms are gross. It isn’t until they’re a few years older than my class - up in 3rd or 4th grade - that they start shrieking at my little worm friends. They won’t play the silly games or sing the silly songs or even promise not to tug. A fourth grader hears my lesson about gender and says, “That’s so weird,” and suddenly I hear from the mouths of these beautiful children, “Yeah,” “this is weird,” “No, mine is a girl.”

It is not the 4th grader I blame. It is the person in her life that saw something beautiful and ruined it for her. It is the “put that down, it’s gross,” “you don’t want to get dirty” “there’s us and there’s them.” I want to show her - without the humble little blind noses of worms, we are nothing. We need them. Did you know if they grow a belt they’re over a year old! Spent tunnelling through the secrets of roots. I want to show her: it’s okay if tomorrow you feel like a boy or maybe something neither, something different that is entirely you.

But fear, once discovered, is not an easy stain to get out. We say, “What will we tell the children” and forget - the children already heard. They heard you snickering about the person down the street. They saw you talking to your friend about “those people”. And they internalize it, burrow it into them. We don’t tell the children, we model hatred until the children can’t hear you, can’t hear you declare, “do as I say, not as I do.”

Later the 4th grader goes home. “Ugh,” her mother says with a shudder, seeing my box, “I hate worms.”

[diary-iguess]

Thugs.

September 2014.

Photography by Jeana Lindo

view the full set of images here

[elspookycuerpo]

MY HEART IS MELTING  i want a man covered in flowers  the concept of the project makes this 10x more beautiful 

“My series presents the truth about the sensitivity of boys, especially boys of color. It is important to have images that positively portray boys of color because they are stereotyped in ways which lead people to believe that they feel less pain than other people. Their negative depiction in popular media contributes to a lack of empathy for them and robs them of human qualities. My images show that boys of color are people who feel pain just as strongly if not more than others. Like flowers, they are beautiful and must be protected. Please do not step on them.”

[thorinwillbebilboswife-blog]

[ofmiceandcheeze]

[hesonfire]

Me

[queefybuttcheeks]

damn ma that personality thicc af

[parentheticalaside]

The only acceptable reason for this is if this character is actually a demon who seduces men and then eats them. [source]

[blacklaceandcombatboots-deactiv]

who wrote this, expose him

[ofools]

my breasts are nicely separated. Completely divided, every year they move apart by half an inch.

[tobjoernebaer]

My breasts are nicely separated though they still fight for custody of the children.

[tyradicalsaurusreg-deactivated2]

I,,a woman,,,am WiDeR LOweR dOwN

[lesbian-lizards]

That was difficult to read.

[didi-is-spiffy-deactivated20190]

So ugly

[beforeliteracytherewasdeez]

My name is Ebony D'arkness Dementia Raven Way, and my breasts are nicely separated

[tinkikiwi-deactivated20181203]

I am an abominable parrot

[flyartproductions]

I’m gon’ praise Him, praise Him til I’m gone

Moses on Mount Sinai (1900), Jean-Leon Gerome / Blessings, Chance the Rapper ft. Byron Cage & Jamila Woods

[bigspender]

me: *overestimates the length of a yellow light and completely 100% runs a red light* me while driving away: I AM A BEACON OF SIN I AM A BEACON OF SIN I AM A BEACON OF SIN I AM A BEACON OF SIN I AM A BEACON OF SIN I AM A BEACON OF SIN I AM A BEACON OF SIN I

[opalescentmist-deactivated20170]

I’m now charging 5 dollars if you wanna know my ethnicity

[bewiubciueniocneoiheroihreoerfn]

im kinda clingy yo like…why you take ten minutes to reply. I missed you. Get back here.

[terefah]

talents include looking 12 and saying thank you to the bus driver

[docmuerte]

[naramdil]

jasmeet bhai out here reading azealia and I’m living 

[naramdil]

it got better guys 

[thighetician]

lmao

[juug-mayne-deactivated20160520]

Lmaoooooo

[tapeduct]

My only constant is the black hair tie around my wrist. No mans gonna be there for me like this hair tie has. No ones presence is gonna b as reassuring

[blackmodel]

i hate when a man does something problematique™ and another man is like “that wasnt a man, that was a boy” to distance himself from the fuckery…like no thats a MAN just like you! same genus, same species, same pokemon type!

[shewillfeatdrake]

are there any medium rappers? they’re always big or lil