2022

He pressed the knife against my shoulder plate. I hissed quietly, and focused on my breathing. The glowing blade ran across my back, but the man was hesitating. I shifted. A little flinch, a drop of black..  The knife clanged on the table.  I sighed and turned to sit up. Wrapping my arms around him I grabbed the blade, and ran it lightly from his pelvis to his ear, dipping through the skin ever so slightly. His eyes were closed.  I lowered the knife to my thigh. There we drew a wandering line, cutting deeper into my flesh than was good for me. I didn't care. I loved this, loved him. Loved his blood, dripping into mine & burning my veins like my fingers burnt his skin.

no one should be wealthy, no one should go hungry & no one should suffer against their will ♥️

Is that you in the pictures?

Um.. no

Some of them are my friends, (photos I took) some are just images from stock-sites edited by me

entering the festival area with a weekend date

me: *gets in cute security guy's line*

date: nope *theatrically yanks me in front of him to another line*

sis: *laughs*

...

sis: *gets checked by the cute guy*

We thought we were immortal.

We thought we couldn't be undone,

Not by anyone.

Least of all any man.

I want you to leave me alone in the darkness where nobody makes a sound

but I'm afraid of the loneliness the silence can be so fucking loud..

He sat at the end of the table in a high chair looking awfully sad. His eyes were gleaming, but he didn't cry, only looked without seeing. He trembled ever so slightly, when I put my hand on his. When no one said anything for a long time, finally I took a seat to his left and poured us both some tea. It smelled mild, swirled with dark herbs, like the brew itself were also sad. Everything looked delicious, but in the end no one had a bite.

After everyone had left, when I'd gathered the dishes and was blowing out the candles, he spoke. Though his voice was quiet as the rustling wind, it startled me. 'I should have noticed' he said. I blinked. A million things rushed through my mind. All wrong things to say. 'I should have noticed, Alice' he repeated, raising his eyes to look at me. He was at the brink of shattering. Suddenly he stood, whisked everything in arms reach off the table, and fell back again. Then, after being closed off for so long, he could finally cry. 'We could have..' His voice broke. The shatters of porcelain crunched under my step. I knelt. I took his hands, and kissed them, but I felt empty.

I live in two worlds, always 100% convinced that the one I’m currently in is the ‘real one’ and the other’s a mind trick, a dream of sorts, and I have no way of telling when I’m right, if at all.

Not all women menstruate Not only women menstruate

This seems to cause some confusion still, so let me crack it open a little..

Girls & elderly women before puberty & after menopause. Trans women. Pregnant people. People with menstrual disorders. Genderfluid & intersex people, who may or may not be women. Trans men. People of non-binary genders. Agender people.

Only marketing period products to cis-women causes many to feel uncomfortable & left out, and buying them (we damn need them still) can cause dysphoria & even put people in danger (see 'hate crimes') No woman I've talked to actually likes the pretty-pink girlboss -aesthetic for these hygiene products anyway. So we plead: GENDER-NEUTRAL MENSTRUAL CARE <3