Bow Leg Boy’s Family Dedication Theme

trans creation + spirituality

euphoria // something that may shock and discredit you by daniel m. lavery // the incredulity of saint thomas by caravaggio + id:TRANS by elisabeth ohlson wallin // @violenceenthusiast // paris is burning // laverne cox // POSE // the transgender prophet by matthew merrick // SOPHIE by @222xen on twitter // weeds by torrin a. greathouse

How can I fit my whole life into one box? how did one box fit my whole life ?

swaylegs.

bowlegs .

Its clear, angels fall for those that don’t walk straight.

Ryujin

because i followed this course instead of my university

i managed a good job. hehe.

rupture

At our parting of ways, Neither you cried nor I, then, why do neither of us sleep peacefully my companion they were but we never harmonized There were feelings of animosity, Indifference and anguish, dear departed had everything, but not unfaithfullness Like the clouds and sunlight, together but as apart as can be My companion they were. Putting kohl is hard now The graininess of my kohl is tough to bear In the eyes that hold my beloved Who else can be beheldl At the time of parting your eyes had my song And it was the song that I had never sung aloud Like clouds and sunlight, together but as apart as can be

ok fine .

misha collins may have the capacity to do good with intentions.

but he’s MISHA fucking collins

he is proof that this inherently toxic excuse of“being white, being a middle aged man, being in a societely acceptable relation, being upper middle class”, nothing abosolutely nothing makes u evil. u have to put extra effort to hate.

no, men dont hate women, no, white people are not racist. u have to  take your energy and actively spend it toward endangering people, and there’s noway to justify that. nobody was born vile. hatred needs to be fed. and i can’t believe that men, white ppl, christians, middle aged ppl, are all represented by disgusting hateful specimens, and not misha collins.

nothing as good will ever come out of “will” and “intention” that can come out of laziness, boredome or revenge.

last keypad of the day, in tabulating menu, sweeter pitch, guess song

drifting away

A chasm has opened up All paths have failed What cure is there now for broken hearts? The happiness that never was mine May it be yours, it wherever you go My desire is, for you to live, And for your hopes and dreams to come true

May your world never reflect the barrenness of mine

each and every memory of yours is etched into my heart The way you would smile at me The way you would whisper to me that “You belong only to me” God only knows how it came to this pass How we came to be driven apart

I abandoned everything for you I burnt all my boats to come here to you But you never became mine You simply walked away I don’t know where you disappeared, taking my heart with you

Where would I go? I’m still right here I’m present in every beat of your heart You’re in my dreams when I sleep In my thoughts when I’m awake At each and every moment, you’re with me My heart beats for no one but you Now it will never belong to anyone else I am saying goodbye

I am saying goodbye

I am saying goodbye

I am saying goodbye

hand in unloafable hand