quiet voices in the dim light

english lit student • they • bi

[snakeribs]

Daisies (1966)

"We exist! We exist! We exist!"

[snakeribs]

The Watermelon Woman (1996)

[snakeribs]

Aftersun (2022)

[luthienne]

a friendship compilation for @willowworbler​​ ♡ 

“Laughing forms kinship. Laughing is a way / to say I hear you. Or here we are. Sitting in a room creates a room that we carry with us,”

“We laughed in bed,  debating if we were two wings   from the same bird, or the bird itself?”

“The only trick of friendship, I think, is to find people who are better than you are—not smarter, not cooler, but kinder, and more generous, and more forgiving—and then to appreciate them for what they can teach you, and try to listen to them when they tell you something about yourself, no matter how bad—or good—it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all. But the best, as well.”

january gill o’neill, “in the company of women” / (x) / sanna wani, “tomorrow is a place” / ellen welcker, “[the girls speak to each other via the common tongue]: feather or a rock” / laura wetherington, “feel piece 4″ / janice lobo sapigao, “silhouette” / arcade fire, “neighborhood #1″ / ines p. rivera prosdocimi, la cama tiene candela, or the bed is on fire / rachel droter, tarot / frank o’hara, from “poem read at joan mitchell’s” / hanya yanagihara, a little life / wicked; ‘for good’

[dead-poetsblog]

R.H Sin

[archivings]

Fashion and Surrealism opening at The Fashion Institute of Technology(1987), photo by Seiji Kakizaki for High Fashion Magazine February 1988

[sevaria]

‘I Need Autonomy’ inspired by Jenny Holzer

[amphiboys]

robert pattinson, on his consistent lies // david lynch // will wood, on his fake daughter // kurt vonnegut // tumblr user intactics

[messalinae-deactivated20160804]

Edinburgh, Scotland.  

[aurorepeuffier]

more gardening journal pages !

[lesbianrey]

every day i get a little madder about the ‘dream job’ narrative… all i want is to have a job that benefits society somewhat, doesn’t abuse me, and lets me live a happy life outside of my job lol. jobs should not be (and arguably can’t be) cosmic destinies and identities

[essayisms]

If this essay doesn’t kill me, nothing will. I’m currently grappling with the concept of connecting Du Bois’ concept of double consciousness with post-structuralism. I don’t know whether I’m being very clever or very stupid. (x)

[snakeribs]

i am frustrated at how a world can halt around an injury / as cars slow one by one in traffic, till the world is without motion or hurry. i woke up this morning & could not move my legs. tomorrow i will try to stand. i miss moving quickly. i miss breath. this is not the first time; i miss & miss & miss again. falling / falling short. a lot of people can come out of this, the doctor said, with some story to tell. and i swear he laughed as he said it. i just came out of it with lost time. except / i am not out of it / always coming out of it. when i am least expecting / there it is / some habit keeping me company. bite at the skin round a nail, tug fast. i miss moving quickly. what is wrong what is wrong what is wrong with my body. ‘i’, as in a concept exhausted. tomorrow i will try to stand. the day after these joints will buckle with the pain of steps. & on & on it goes. 

[yourbleedingh3art]

[yourbleedingh3art]

[orpheuslament]

The Last Supper, D. E

[orpheuslament]

[text ID: He has never looked more beautiful, the purple light cuts bodies down like a chisel. Makes God out of every corner lips go to die. / He opens his arms to welcome you & you understand why they call him the saviour. Forget the fishes, forget the bread; his dilated pupils are miracle enough. / You never asked for holiness, you just wanted to know how his teeth would feel on your neck. / The boys in the bathroom sing psalms between lines of coke, hold each others’ hands & yell He’s healed! He’s healed! & what can you do, really, but believe them. / Hips to hips, dust to dust. / His mouth the gates of paradise, his tongue a flood upon your brick house. / Tomorrow when they take him he will not remember this moment, but you will. / Tomorrow when they take him he will have nothing but a headache & a lipstick stain on his cheek. / But tonight he laughs as he spins you around, dances to a beat only he can feel, & you don’t understand why you were chosen to do this. / God if you’re listening let this cup pass from me, let me have another shot instead. /end ID]

[toastpotent-deactivated20250619]

wait wait can you want a dick but not in a guy way but like just to have one???

you can do whatever you want forever

[mycroftrh]

One of the biggest influences on the way I currently see gender and sex and transgender identity was one tiny sentence

When I was talking to my top surgeon, he mentioned that he'd done top surgery on a butch lesbian. She identified fully as a woman, she just wanted a flat chest.

And that... blew my mind. My own desire for a dick and a flat chest is in a guy way, but the freedom of knowing that it doesn't HAVE to be a guy way, that you can just want a body and have it -

That not only is gender presentation in clothes and so forth mix and match, you can treat your body that way too, not only does your gender not have to 'match' your assigned body your chosen gender doesn't have to 'match' your chosen body because all that really matters, on any of it, is what feels right to you -

I was full up on "you can be trans without wanting to change x part of your body" but learning that that could also apply the other way around was what blew my mind and shifted my whole understanding of identity.