in my dream,
snow white wakes up,
unclenches her fist,
and tells the prince that she doesn’t want to be kissed.

she demands to be known by the fire
raging inside of her,
but she is porcelain, and they name her so.

the more breakable we are,
the more beautiful we become.

in my dream,
i choose to be hideous.
i open my mouth and from it spills
a tangle of thorns,
a wolf choking on the full moon,
heat and blood and angles.

in my dream,
they burn my sisters and i at the stake
for having the tongues of witches,
and we smile when we complain about the chill.

we build our homes
on the pavement,
the front of the bus,
the edge of the nile,
the bottom of the vial,
hug ourselves to feel the earth.

in my dream,
we do not rewrite history;
when they bend us over,
we reach for the future.

on our knees,
we gather the soil from which
our daughters will grow.

in my dream,
we are dorothy,
we are the wicked witches.
we keep our knives ruby red and sharpened,
aimed at the man behind curtain,
and march forth.

the wizard will see us now.


i love oswald. his character development is so beautifully choreographed whether he be descending or ascending. he’s relatable as he faces hardships/bullying which is why i assume he’s such a fan favorite and everyone is scrambling to protect “their precious birb.” but take a step back and remember he’s a villain. he murders (a man for a sandwich. a sandwich. guys he killed a guy for a goddamn piece of bread and ham). he manipulates. he double crosses. backstabs. lies. he’s a bad guy. yes, a bad guy we can empathize with, but at the same time he doesn’t just get a free pass for everything. he fucked up badly. he didn’t think about the repercussions. and now his downfall is inevitable. everyone crying ‘queerbait’ and calling ed a 'snake’ won’t stop his decline. oswald’s facing consequences that he, if i’m being honest, deserves. (i mean, no one argued with oswald’s fits of rage when his mother and father were taken from him — so, why is it different with ed and his love interest?) ed has a right to be upset and he’s simply acting upon it. and guys, look on the bright side, it’ll just add more depth to oswald’s character and also to his relationship with ed. they can never undo the friendship they had built with each other prior to the ordeal, but that only makes it more enticing. two friends pitted against each other. they’re so aware of each other’s weaknesses and strengths. but under it all they have that underlying connection to one another and it’ll be interesting to see if that comes into play later on. will they ever make up? i can’t say for sure, but i trust gotham. they never fail to present us with a plot/sorry arc that has depth.

the signs as abandoned places

ARIES Abandoned gas stations, beholders of tumbleweeds and roadside tales, filled with dead fuel yet frozen in time, eyes on the passengers with their hands and hair out the window, haunted by old desert songs and engines revving behind it.

TAURUS: Abandoned bars, stools turned over, a ripped flyer shouting BABES BABES BABES hanging off the bulletin board, a lost motorcycle tire, glass shattered, and the spirit of hell still living somewhere inside.

GEMINI Ghost towns, at the base of old mountains, houses with shutters like eyes and doors like mouths, swallowing stories whole, convenience stores still stocked with stale bread, cabins and headstones still peeking out from behind fairy wood brambles, nature stretching into steel, ready to come alive with a shift of the wind.

CANCER: Abandoned motels, empty pools filled with deflated flamingos, the sign out front screaming VACANCY forever, each room a different anthology of guest book tales, smashed television monitors and a love note ( or goodbye note ) caught up in the rust of the honeymoon suite.

LEO: Abandoned theaters, stages dented with the ghosts of performances past, torn scripts scattered across floorboards in a mess of Playbills and shattered eyeglasses, broken lights and tattered dress hems, mannequins poised at an eternal act one.

VIRGO Abandoned train stations, cars sprayed in a kaleidoscope of graffiti, drifters still starting fires in some of the shells, grass growing over old gears, ghost conductors with no destination, rails intersecting at odd angles like flowers and bones.

LIBRA Abandoned campgrounds, rattlesnakes and desert blues, dead hot and forgotten, a shelled-out RV and the dry lake where the kids used to play, swallowing up broken toys and flat tents, showers crawling with critters, vintage t-shirts printed with campground bears promising that it’s still “the happiest place on earth.”

SCORPIO Abandoned amusement parks, soggy coaster cars paused mid-ascension, cheap thrills and screams still stagnant in the air, ferris wheels trembling in the wind, clown faces distorted and torn down the middle, a mascot head smiling out from the overgrowth.

SAGITTARIUS Abandoned renaissance fairs, an acre out of time, fake pirate ships swinging, fairy wings trying to fly, dead flower crowns tangled with bright ribbons and peasant blouses shed by the lake, empty squares and old stage buildings, Arthur’s sword caught at the entry, still waiting to be pulled.

CAPRICORN Abandoned toy stores, broken pinball machines, ghost clowns, and popped balloons, playing cards stuck to the floor, a crooked house of childhood horrors, teddy bears bleeding stuffing, and a funhouse mirror distorting the distorted. 

AQUARIUS: Abandoned piers, driftwood split down the middle, coastline the last alive thing, neon lights still calling Gatsby home from the horizon, but promising only the ghosts of mermaids washed ashore, tires and bottles filled with sand, dead trees spouting from old rocks, branches a wind chime of ripped dresses, forks, and seashells on strings.

PISCES: Abandoned waterparks, slides overlooking entire old cities, perfect for climbing, hoses and pools now scrawled over and used as skateboard ramps, kids climbing over the old towers and ladders in their bathing suits when it rains, pure want as their tickets in, yelling, “We’re still here, we’re still here, we’re still here!”


“This is just the beginning of the amazing adventures of Ash and Pikachu. Their journey is destined to be packed with non-stop action, millions of laughs, heart-pounding perils, and endless excitement. Together, they’ll encounter fantastic friends, evil enemies, and meet creatures beyond their wildest imagination. And as their story unfolds, we’ll unlock the magic and mystery of a most wondrous place–the incredible world of Pokemon.”


This makes me laugh everytime

if boys will be boys,
then girls must be wolves.

if they are down by the reservoir,
killing each other with toy guns,
we must be one thousand ophelias
floating upriver like the dead come alive.

the undercurrent of the man’s tale,
knife in hand looking for hamlet, shouting,
i would rather be a fish without a bicycle
than a book without a spine.

if they are in the locker room, then we must descend
from the posters with our claws out and teeth sharp,
curl out from under their tongues and cut them off,
unbend from under their feet, 

take back our skin,
take back the streets.

if boys will be boys,
these girls won’t be sweet.

—  it was just locker room talk // naiche lizzette