It rolls over onto its back and says "weh"
It rolls over onto its back and says "weh"
Divinity is stuffed brutally
Into fragile bodies
Unable to contain
What we were
Moments before
Yet still
Pieces of the void linger
The Deafening Unknown
And The Unknowable
I look into her bright black eyes
Her tiny hand squeezes mine
I feel something looking back
She Screams
Divinity is stuffed brutally
Into fragile bodies
Unable to contain
What we were
Moments before
Yet still
Pieces of the void linger
The Deafening Unknown
And The Unknowable
I look into her bright black eyes
Her tiny hand squeezes mine
I feel something looking back
She Screams
I think this reflects disposable non-fix-it culture.
Just because something is broken doesn't mean it can't be repaired, or used for something else or even used for original purpose with challenges
I think this reflects disposable non-fix-it culture.
Just because something is broken doesn't mean it can't be repaired, or used for something else or even used for original purpose with challenges
The henchm(?)n is quickly addicted to their transition and has to keep working for the chemist to keep access to their new, powerful HRT.
It's not until we have and hold them that we begin to recognize having good boundaries makes us safer and more appealing to be around. It's so important to learn
It's not until we have and hold them that we begin to recognize having good boundaries makes us safer and more appealing to be around. It's so important to learn
Dance in the rain, mortals. It’s good for your soul~ 💛✨
Dance in the rain, mortals. It’s good for your soul~ 💛✨
Sometimes our best
Isn't enough
I too
Often struggle to admit
When perseverance
Has become folly
Sometimes
A thing must be amputated
So that we can limp away
Thank you
For teaching lessons
I will carry Forever
Sometimes our best
Isn't enough
I too
Often struggle to admit
When perseverance
Has become folly
Sometimes
A thing must be amputated
So that we can limp away
Thank you
For teaching lessons
I will carry Forever
If you love a poet
You mustn't cage her
The heart of a poet
Is a timid thing
Prone to depression
And loneliness
If you love a poet
You must love yourself
Watch her come
Bask in your warmth
If you love a poet
Treat her well
For it is a precious thing
To be loved
By a poet
If you love a poet
You mustn't cage her
The heart of a poet
Is a timid thing
Prone to depression
And loneliness
If you love a poet
You must love yourself
Watch her come
Bask in your warmth
If you love a poet
Treat her well
For it is a precious thing
To be loved
By a poet
I am no simpering angel
Begging my way
Past the gates of heaven.
By what right,
Do they keep you out?
By what right,
Do they deny you
Divinity?
There are many ways
To become a Goddess.
Anyone can bite
The forbidden fruit.
When the time comes
Do not whimper...
Scream
I am no simpering angel
Begging my way
Past the gates of heaven.
By what right,
Do they keep you out?
By what right,
Do they deny you
Divinity?
There are many ways
To become a Goddess.
Anyone can bite
The forbidden fruit.
When the time comes
Do not whimper...
Scream
However, as the day goes on, you feel her pull at you with invisible strings, moving you this way and that. No biggie. You can still move around independently. For now.
However, as the day goes on, you feel her pull at you with invisible strings, moving you this way and that. No biggie. You can still move around independently. For now.