being an outsider never really leaves you the way you'd hope it would when you were a kid. if you're lucky it just changes form
the androgynous urge to become a cryptid and instill fear in those who wander
Androgynous, by Takato Yamamoto, 2008.
“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”
— Vincent Van Gogh
kind of fucked that trans people just have to get barraged with media calling us every name in the book every second of the day accusing us of atrocities and encouraging/attempting to incite stochastic terrorism/violence against us and we just have to go to school and go to work and do our daily tasks and pretend we’re not in any way remotely affected by the public calls for our eradication on social media and news media outlets by politicians and journalists. the average cis person would fall apart and go clinically insane if they had to endure a quarter of what we’re subjected to on a daily basis. i’m just tired
the sound of an orchestra tuning up makes me go crazyinsane it makes me start thinking about the eventual heat death of the universe and how someday somewhere an orchestra is going to tune up for the very last time. ever. and then the sun will swallow the earth & turn into a white dwarf & all the stars will go out & meanwhile a gazillion light years away sentient life will be evolving from silicon. and maybe they will have orchestras also
Daughters of the Dust (1991) dir. Julie Dash
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Alphonse Mucha __ Stomacher, “Nature”, 1900
Die Reise nach Lyon (Claudia von Alemann, 1981)
these words were said by Flora Tristen