Maybe If He Was A Little Less Fuckable We Wouldn’t Be In This Mess

I'm angry and it's all I'm ever going to be.

oh🫢

on purpose. I love you on purpose.

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo / the swan no. 3 / euripides (trans. anne carson) / reassurance

*gestures incoherently* Stan unhappy. Fiddle unhappy. Maybe they happy… together?

Oh to be loved so ferociously that one has annotated my poem for me...

I wish more leftists took abelism seriously. Like more than just saying they support disabled people when asked, but seriously took it into their world view that some people just can not do the 'basic' and 'universal' tasks society expects of them. I wish there was actual acceptance that when people are unable to do basic tasks that it makes them uniquely vulnerable, and is not infact them not trying hard enough or being malicious

Mom

If there was something that annoyed me greatly in my childhood,

It would be all the little boys and girls– That would cry out for their mothers

Their shrieks and wailing. It made my head ache

No, I'm nothing like those children

I don't need a mother, I don't need her at all

I've grown stronger, becoming an adult more quickly than others

She looks at me with foggy eyes, they are unable to comfort

I hate her, I can't bear to look into her eyes devoid of love

She doesn't say anything, only sighs, and I immediately know what she means

I pity her, I'm okay with her leaving a child she didn't want.

She holds a knife, slowly cutting into the board

I loathe her, I wish she'd step out of my life– let me breathe

She leaves the room, and it's like she was never there. I'm left with an open wound

I miss her. I yearn for her touch, no matter how forced it felt

“Mom, where did you go?” I ask

“Mom, come back!” I cry out.

“Mom, hold me!” I yell.

“Mom, tell me I'm still your little girl,” I beg.

Mom, you really are a cruel and tragic woman

How dare you give birth to a child and walk away

How dare you leave me all alone in this world

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