if ur a terf unfollow me and know that i hate you
Ripped from the womb— A splash. Never birthed. Held at arm's length, given air to breathe— Then taxed for it and nursed on fate. A stake in the ground (askew) from promises of grandeur; Of future. Marker of my death. A burning post That ought to be seen. Bring your silhouette Your veils and cameras. Chant my sins. Hide my soul behind that glow— Contempt— Before I can beg: I need more I need breath I am buried here.
— Lifecycle, in 'Vendor', by Kelsey G
"Prehaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live elsewhere."
-Willam Faulkner
Our flags mean death
seriouslytheyallhatemytail
YES!!
What I’ve been fucking saying
Pride flags were supposed to be like Morale patches to indicate which squad you’re running with during the War on Normal but y’all make ‘em like gated communities
And like, the enemy is over this way! why are you stopping to plant your flag in the ground?
queer is a brick that sometimes you throw and sometimes you use to build something new. queer is a teenage boy crying on the curb, tossed out of his family the same way they toss out rotten food, and queer is the new family he forges with a fierceness he didn't know he had. queer is a girl in love with her best friend and a guy who finally learned the perfect technique for glitter eyeliner and and a someone who is standing under a blue clear sky for the first time after decades in cloaked darkness. queer is trying out one name and then another until you feel like yourself. queer is criminal and queer is a sickness. queer is a riot. queer is a quilt so we never forget. queer is meeting eyes with a stranger and seeing them the same way they are seeing you. queer is a jacket that says just drop my body on the steps of the f.d.a. queer is a flag, a pin, a sticker. queer is to be hated and to choose love anyway. queer is accusation and queer is exaltation. queer is the sigh of relief to finally be free. queer is a raunchy joke and a quiet confession and a beloved embrace. queer is to wander without a destination, just looking to see what can be found. queer is resistance. queer is joy. queer is a rainbow, not stripes but colors blending into each other so we’re all the same, even when we’re different. and yeah, maybe queer is a slur, but it’s also a home with a mat on on the front porch that says, you are welcome here.
“how’s the writing going?” i’m glad you asked! my room has never been cleaner and i’ve decided to take up baking
bro i swear we're not gonna do anything weird this time i just need you to meet me in the cemmy (<- new way to say cemetery)
before asking if what u r feeling is romantic or platonic ask urself why it needs to be defined in the first place
Loving yourself is just going to the bookstores and reading their for hours while sitting on the floor or just baking cupcakes for yourself at 1AM.
Don't sabotage your identity trying to name it. Let it be undefined, permeable, mixed, peculiar, unapologetically authentic. Be in peace with being unprecedented, with not fitting anywhere, with being adrift. Before flight, there's a free fall.
Like and reblog if you're the "mom friend" in the group and you can actually cry from thinking about how Adam Frankenstein is treated in the book too much I'm trying to see something
