No Poem

my hearing has been aided and holy shit is this how you guys hear all the time

describing my relationship to someone by introducing them to people as "an old wound"

Mars Needs Hot Yoga Instructors

It's always interesting how trans people see their transition. Some people are like "I was a boy now I'm a girl" and some are like "I was always a girl" and every once in a while you get a fun one like "I used to be a boy but the girl won"

Guidance🕯 

A mixed media piece with colored inks, poster color and colored pencils!

Have you ever found a writing or a drawing you don't remember making? Well I found a poem written two years ago that I must've left as a draft. I don't know how it was supposed to end, what the meaning was supposed to be, the person (or thing?) I'm adressing, or even the theme. I don't know how to feel about this ngl.

i love this site

I'm starting to get smile lines.

How lovely to have smiled so often that happiness permanently etches itself into your face

UHMMM THERE *IS*??? It's called Rowing with the Wind (1988). Iirc there's another one called Gothic (1986) but I haven't watched that one.

when most people see frankenstein stuff in stores during halloween season they’re totally normal about it. but when i see frankenstein stuff in the stores i get up on the shelves and start howling because i know that little green dude is the direct product of an angsty goth teenager writing highly intellectual prose in imitation of her historical philosopher parents while her groupie sister is being impregnated by lord byron in the next room after stalking him across the continent after his divorce and her boyfriend percy is tripping balls on his kidney disease medicine (opium) and hallucinating dead naked women while trying to avoid polidori the 20 y/o doctor who challenged him to a duel (also the inventor of the first vampire novel in the english language after a story he stole from byron told that very same night but made gayer out of revenge even thoug-

Aquest és un petit poema visual que vaig fer farà un any i que mai vaig posar en imatges (fins ara). 

How do you process grief?

by running from it until it finds me in the middle of a sunny street on a beautiful day