shouting what i can't say

this is mostly just to keep track of poetry i like, but if you like what you see then i suppose thats good too i'm also doing a picture series, so submissions are welcome:)

[shoutingwhaticantsay-blog]

[callmekitto-deactivated20220425]

don’t tell me what to do nerd

[transmoment]

Bwahahahahaha that reminded me so much of myself when I was younger than ten, that was the first “you look like a boy” conflict I ever had with my mom. Also, I loved the drawings at the blog, you should really check them out! 

[kasiasauce-blog]

So, after recently meeting a lot of trans* people, I realized the biggest thing that seems to keep them down is them lacking the ability to gain a binder. So, after seeing a post about these amazing $10 binders, I decided I wanted to give away 4!!! of them in total. You can see them here.

How will I know these will fit me?

I will contact the seller with your measurements (height and weight) or bra size and I will have them choose the best one.

RULES!

No cisgendered people (this is not for cosplay)

Go ahead and follow me if you want <3

Worldwide shipping

Like or reblog, I don’t care, I think it only counts one note tho I’m sure.

Ends: March 15th

Any questions, please ask. I’m not sure what else to add.

[nostalgicjoy]

I have ink bleeding from my fingertips from all the thoughts pumping in my head, staining papers and people who I have written about. My eyes are dull brown and they’re far too distant, sequestered behind unknown planets. Parts of me are too fragile; others have hardened to the point of no return. I have hurricanes raging inside me waiting to unleash hell on earth of all the ungodly thoughts and feelings that have passed through me. Every inch of me is tainted with scratches from monsters rearing behind my back, taunting the girl in front of the mirror. I have baggage. I have demons lurking beneath my skin and savages crawling on my spine. You see, that’s the truth about being me. There are times when flowers grow over flaws, and the sun seeps between my lips. But other times, I’m a freak with tornadoes wrecking havoc in my eyes.

if someone tells me I’m beautiful | part 1 (NJ.)

[andrewgibby]

This is not typical church. We will not yell about sin and hell for that picture doesn’t work anymore for those who have worked on factory floors. We welcome you new crawling psalms, you drunk choirs you gouged melodies you nasty bags of glowing mercy. We welcome those with unpaid bone tariffs those raised by the missing those boys who got lost in the eyes of another boy those who loved the cities that hated them those who kept putting on their gloves for boxing the sanity out those who couldn’t scratch their golden tickets because their nails were ground down from clawing their own way out of their father’s casket those who couldn’t get skinny enough to get to the front of the line those who couldn’t stand anymore so they built splints out of words, out of their own words, Depth charges, yes! The choir charging the audience with tambourines in their teeth, yes! Kick me when I’m up, yes! Hallelujah, we are fucked! Yes!

Derrick Brown (via andrewgibby)

[inkskinned]

"He won’t love me. I’m begging you, please, won’t you love me?"

[26letterscombined]

"You’ll always be in my heart" by bgt.

[inkskinned]

“I think I found my soul mate.”

[picassu]

[shoutingwhaticantsay-blog]

i love you, i want to smoke with you and kiss you and stroke your beautiful face and tell you that everything is fine as long as we’re breathing in the same rhythm and our heartbeats pound like they’re one. I want to trace the outlines of your collar bones with my finger and whisper things into your ear just to see you smile. I want to hold you so tight and forget for a second that there is a world outside and school and work and college. I want you to feel me shiver when you touch me and I want you to kiss my lips. I want to feel your breath in my neck and I want to feel your hair tickling my face. I want to love you with all I have. I want to make you feel how unconditionally and hopelessly I fell in love with you and how I still fall in love with you every second I see your eyes blinking. I want you to know that only the fact that your beautiful chest rises and sinks keeps me alive. That you are what I need. And that I never felt so complete before. 

[worthlost]

The worst thing about falling to pieces is that humans can do it so quietly.

r.i.d (inkskinned)

[echoesofanepiphany]

My mother always told me to keep my heart above my rib cage, Right where it belongs Because keeping it on my sleeve would be too risky, That falling off my bike and cracking my head wouldn’t compare to the pain of having my heart ripped off my sleeve like an old sticker, That there will be people that would do anything to try and steal it But what she didn’t tell me was that there would be people who would smother my rib cage with butter to slip my heart through, and steal it anyways no matter where i kept it

Justanotherheartbreak-coverup (via justanotherheartbreak-coverup)

[nostalgicjoy]

When someone comes and takes your heart, let that person do that. Rip your chest open and take it out yourself, bloodied and bruised and everything red. I won’t promise it won’t get trampled upon and shattered into millions of pieces. But isn’t love worth taking a risk? When someone does shatter your heart into pieces, fall down and cry and hold those pieces close. Bring them to your chest where a gaping hole now exists. But don’t you dare stop living. Stitch those pieces together. Put bandages on them. Let it beat pain and red until, somehow, it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. When someone tries to shove you into the box constructed by society, carving words on your body that remind you to hate your own skin, shove back. Push back. Because you can never fit into that box no matter how many times you slap yourself with bits and pieces of those words. To those people who make you crawl beneath your own skin and bones, make them bleed and suffer. No one should make you dare to rip your body and soul apart for the sake of some standards created by society. When someone tells you pretty words, hesitate. Let the words float into your ears and make your soul sing. But hesitate every damn time because I don’t want you to fall back down and cry and shatter because your heart was two steps ahead your brain. Because your heart was a little naïve. But dare enough to accept them because the right person will continue telling you those pretty words until you can crawl back up from your own skin and bones and see how precious you are; and you won’t need anyone to remind you that.

Natasha J., “Broken and beautiful” (NJ.)

[shoutingwhaticantsay-blog]

"You are the Moon" a song by The Hush Sound

Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone? The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky You will see your beauty every moment that you rise

[ravensandrocks-deactivated20200]

"Your words touch me in a way I find difficult to describe, she said, although whenever I read them it feels a lot like foreplay."

Michael Faudet  (via michaelfaudet)

[inkskinned]

"I love him. I love him. I love him."

[shoutingwhaticantsay-blog]

"Last year a balloon popped on the stage where I was performing, I started crying in front of the whole crowd plugged my ears and kept repeating the word “LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD” it was super sexy"

-Andrea Gibson, "Panic Button Collector"

[inkskinned]

“I’m trying to let go of this guy and I just, I don’t think I’m ready to do so yet.”