1990s FTM portraits by trans photographer Dean Kotula (featured in his book The Phallus Palace read here)
— Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909
[text ID: All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made.]
˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗
I palmed bits of summer,
And kept them in my pocket
I have a jar of reasons, reasons
Why you love, rather admire my
Existence, I have a safe filled with
Childhood memories, whose key
Couldn't be safekept by me, I have
A box full of comics sealed, foxing pages
Counting my years in decay, I have a mind
Full of nostalgic polaroids, they pass through
My eyes as the southern breeze, I'm a hoarder
Of love it seems, a blanket stitched out
Of symphonic pieces, the warmth of the
Frigid seasons, the warmth of the rushing
Blood mixed with caffeine streams................
*another late night, last paper of semester*
everytimeyousaygoodbye ©
Christa Wolf, from “Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays”
Florence and The Machine, from “Cassandra”
HAND ON MY HEART. HAND ON MY STUPID HEART
ross gay / susan sontag / unknown / richard siken / warsan shire / lana del ray / tturing / hera lindsay bird / richard siken
Çok şey istemiyorum aslında. istediğim tek şey sadece biraz huzur biraz doğa ve bir miktar yaşamdı oysa..
not to sound like a commie or anything but I hate how it costs money to be alive
mom can you come get me things are getting bad again and i feel every insult like a sharp tooth and i feel my dreams rotting under my fingernails and i feel too much all the time or else i feel nothing at all and it doesn’t seem to matter if i drink and dance and party or if i stay at home curled up to study
mom are you sure when i was born i was a person and not just a vortex. always hungry. always swallowing. no matter how much goes in me i always end up empty.
the divine comedy, volume I: inferno — canto 1, dante alighieri
Iguaza Falls, on the border of Argentina and Brazil, is one of the widest waterfalls on Earth.





