Rae Klein - Untitled, From The Series ‘You Are So Warm,’ 2020

Hello everyone, I don’t usually do that kind of stuff, actually it’s the first time.

My name is Peter, I’m 20, transgender and struggling with depression and i need help to move out of my transphobic parents house, before they decide to kick me out.

Here is my go fund me : https://gofund.me/58b0603f

Anything helps, if you can’t donate then I would really appreciate if you could share this post.

Thank you. Have a good day :)

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Help me move out of my transphobic parents house, organized by Peter Simon

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Maginet in my bed  - Imma Vallmitjana

Catalan,  b. ?

Oil on canvas , 50 x 50 cm.

staying in a motel that smelled strongly of cigarette smoke , looked like it hadn’t been updated since the 70s, and probably had bedbugs was a very enriching experience

found this old poem i wrote. i kind of like it and thought id share. feels like it belongs on my blog.

the peace of too much leans over me, grinning wide and yellow // not a threat, but a presence. // I walked down the road today and saw the setting sun in its blazing chalice, // saw winding roads with grass riding their middles. // I let out my arms like a sail on the downwind, // ready to be done. // relief etching itself on the mirror of my mind. // my scars are beautiful and hiding them seems delicately pointless. //  the scar tissue is a red reminder of loss and what my sullen brain has cost me. // it is a reminder that slashing and fighting and kicking gets you nowhere, only luffing // in the wide open bay. // at the bus stop I rolled up my sleeves and stared at my rope-covered forearms. // it was bright and green out. // I forgave myself // without letting go. 

🚬 ashtrays pngs!!

ok so game plan for the night is to bike into town at like 11 and try to find electrical tape and zinc supplements but probably nowhere will be open so ill head to the water and listen to the dock creak and meditate on the fact that the world is lonely and beautiful

Demoniac Babble, Estelle Hanania

aggie beasts