Untitled Poem
May your body bloom with fungi
And may your heart turn cold
May your skull be green with moss
And may your brain grow mold
May your ribcage fill with flowers
And may your flesh infest
May your lungs be home to bugs
And may your soul have rest
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Because the sky is on fire
And the rain tastes like ash.
The clowds are a pyre
And the wind a hot flash.
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Because the ground is now cracked
And the days became dark.
Our world turned abstract
As time left a mark.
the autism + nonhuman experience of having No Fucking Idea of what a gender even is. Who invented this shit? ridiculous
"I'm a boy." "I'm a girl."
Okay???!!! I am the one who watches when you think no one is watching???!! I am a guardian of all who dream???!!! I am one hundred eyes in the dark???!!!
Real freedom is realising you can read fanfiction at 3 in the afternoon and not only at ungodly hours at night.
I always tear up during SING, idk why
remember kids
Artist 🎨: @vhsdogs
I know this email will find you at some point. You can't hide forever.
Daily reminder that being queer in any way (including being trans, especially being xenogender) is NOT invalidated by being autistic.
Go forth and don’t let anyone fuck up your vibe with ableism. <3