[littlefwreak]

“this song reminds me of you” take off your clothes rn.

[needsmoreexplosions]

I love the phrase "they get along like a house on fire". It's perfect. You and me have perfect chemistry and it's setting off the carbon monoxide detectors. People are calling emergency services to get us to stop being so chummy. Someone died

[forbiddnsky]

*violently sobbing* I KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER I KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER

[hematomes]

i ended up liking how gendered french is solely because i can say that i want people to use he/him pronouns for me the same way they use it for angels, blood and blunts

[hematomes]

i asked a trans friend to give me her fem version of this and she said that people should use she/her with her the same way they use it for the sea, flesh and stuffed toys

[samwisegamgeeee]

I don’t speak French but I speak Spanish and I’m nonbinary so the whole gendered language thing is… difficult. I couldn’t get this post out of my head and so I wrote a poem. It's a first draft but i just had to get it out there

It’s called “Masculino como el amor, femenino como la espada”

Si tienes que usar
el masculino conmigo,
usa el masculino cómo lo usas
para el azúcar
para el lobo
el amor
y el mar.
Pero si tienes que usar el femenino,
úsalo cómo lo usas
para la tierra
para la anaconda
la guerra
y la mar.
Llámame masculino cómo el día
cómo el melocotón
el pecho
y la cometa.
O, llámame femenino cómo la noche
cómo la piedra
la leche
y la mano.
Masculino cómo el viento,
femenino cómo la tormenta.
El hueso, la sangre.
El mito, la magia.
El sol, la luna.
Si tienes que usar el masculino conmigo,
o si tienes que usar el femenino,
llámame femenino con la boca y la lengua
o llámame masculino con los dientes y los pulmones.
O
si puedes
llámame por mi nombre.
Llámame
yo.

Translation: Masculine like love, feminine like the sword

If you have to use
the masculine for me,
use the masculine like you use it
for sugar
for the wolf
love
and the sea.
But if you have to use the feminine,
use it like you use it
for earth
for the anaconda
war
and the sea.
Call me masculine like the day
like the peach
the chest
and the comet.
Or, call me feminine like the night
like the stone
the milk
and the hand.
Masculine like the wind,
feminine like the storm.
The bone, the blood.
The myth, the magic.
The sun, the moon.
If you have to use the masculine for me,
or if you have to use the feminine,
call me feminine
with your mouth and your tongue
or call me masculine with your teeth and your lungs.
Or
if you can
call me by my name.
Call me
myself.

[hematomes]

no one speak to me this poem cut me open

[samwisegamgeeee]

alsdkfjalsdkj thaaaaanks! I made a few typos but i'm fairly proud of it hehe

[twisted-tales-told]

Literally unfollow me if you wouldn’t die for Cerci Greengrass

[lesbialicent]

Barbie. Directed by Greta Gerwig, performances by Margot Robbie and Rhea Perlman, Warner Bros. et al.

Buonarroti, Michelangelo. The Creation of Adam. c. 1508-1512, Sistine Chapel, in the Vatican, Rome.

Robbie, Margot. "‘Barbie’ Easter Eggs: Greta Gerwig and Margot Robbie Dish on Their Favorite Hidden Details." Interview by Angelique Jackson. Variety, 22 July, 2023.

[lavodkin]

Morning routine

[desinteresse]

It’s rotten work but only if it’s you. When I do it for other people it’s fine, enjoyable even.

[firstfullmoon]

ALT

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Hanif Abdurraqib, in “Why this poet sees grief as its own kind of spiritual practice”

[pareiwheeler]

s3 will byers is sooo... like he is fourteen he is in love with his best friend he doesn't hate el but he wishes he did because maybe that would make it easier. he's "not gonna.... fall in love." he's left behind, he doesn't want to grow up. he doesn't understand why everyone else is in such a hurry to. he just wants to play dnd, he wants his friends to dress up with him. he feels "stupid, so stupid." he thinks its his fault everyone is changing, he doesn't want to blame himself. he hasn't seen his mom in days, and he doesn't know if he likes the space or hates it. his best friend is being mean. everyone is getting a girlfriend and he can't stop thinking about a boy. he is fourteen.