don't cry emo kid

i pray nobody kills me for the crime of being small creepie | she/it | 20s

[webkinzyuri]

hi i'm creepie :3c | she/it | 20s

this is my personal, i put whatever here.

horror blog: @creepiefarm | bugblr: @bugfarm

[follows and interacts from creepiefarm]

[fruitblush]

Laika to Ground Control

Prints

[fruitblush]

Przewalski's horse

[fruitblush]

Weird mammals

Prints

[fruitblush]

Return of the Wild Horses

Prints

[floralprintsharks]

[ID: digital art of Przewalski's horses on grassy plains. There's an adult one looking down at a foal standing next to it. End ID]

@accessible-art

[panvani]

Make You A Spectacle: The Boys, House of Leaves, and Effective Satire

What lies at the foundation of America?

Art that seeks to be political has a twofold problem of interrogating itself both as a political entity and as art. The aim of the political writer is, of course, to communicate the politics in which they believe— for example, that the United States is founded on antiblackness. The aim of the artist is to produce an exemplary work within their medium, a task which requires interrogating the nature of the art itself, from history to the material conditions of its production. Art functions well only when it considers how these problems intersect, and art that recreates a political problem it criticizes fails in whole or in part as art.

[goofstep]

dump your stupid boyfriend get your ass online and scroll past my post

[typingwithmyhandstied]

a friend with a boyfriend is a type of dead wife

[exhausted-undead]

happy pride! have some lesbian phantom for the occasion

also I realised my perisan erik and black christine headcanons hadn't been given art yet so. two birds one stone

[firethatknows]

“You are still there for a moment, looking out over the sea toward the lighthouse and the beautiful awful brightness of the world. Before you are nowhere. Before you are everywhere.” - Jeffery Vandermeer, Acceptance, 2014

[s1ck0]

__yujing

[polartss]

the mockingjay

[kaylmao]

has anyone seen my pet bacteriophage its name is styrofoam and its about [hand touching the floor] this tall

[grendel-menz]

life is very personal

[spikedru]

buffy and kendra on a date getting a stuffed animal for kendra!! my piece for the @buffyfanzine. check it out to see everyone else's lovely peices!

[evergreen-femme]

im just so happy i live in a time period where actual meaningful biological transition is possible. even if we lose rights or the ability to exist in public, nothing can turn back the clock on that, and just by having any sort of access to that our lives are made immensely better. millions of our sisters throughout history would never have dreamed of a day where they could have what HRT does for us.

please don't lose the plot of this. if you're a trans person on HRT you're a living miracle, the dream of hundreds of millions of your ancestors. your lives are all deeply meaningful no matter what anyone says.

[t4t4t]

תפילה להפך – מאבן בֹחן | Prayer for Transformation, from the poem "Even Boḥan" by Rabbi Ḳalonymus b. Ḳalonymus ben Meir (1322) • the Open Si

A prayer by Kalonymus b. Kalonymus ben Meir that appears in his poem ספר אבן בוחן, יג Sefer Even Boḥan (§13), describing the author's wish t

[unabashedllamamusic]

Cursed be the one who announced to my father: “It’s a boy!"... ...How could he twist the course of the stars so much? How could he have erred so in his astrology? A lying tongue, a fool’s mouth it had given him For he foolishly transformed justice to poison He altered the law and transposed the lines

Oh, but had the artisan who made me created me instead – a worthy woman... ...I would say "how lucky am I"

Father in heaven who did miracles for our ancestors with fire and water... ...Who would then transform me from a man to woman? Were I only to have merited this being so graced by goodness...

What shall I say? why cry or be bitter? If my father in heaven has decreed upon me and has maimed me with an immutable deformity then I do not wish to remove it. the sorrow of the impossible is a human pain that nothing will cure and for which no comfort can be found. So, I will bear and suffer until I die and wither in the ground. Since I have learned from our tradition that we bless both, the good and the bitter I will bless in a voice hushed and weak: blessed are you [HaShem] who has not made me a woman.

I think I'm gonna go lay down for a little while.

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