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— Michelle Williams

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LGBT stands for Let’s Get Blitzo Therapy

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Happy anniversary, Stonewall riots! Stay revolutionary!

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this poem is about being nonbinary.

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why are boys hot and cute like wtf take a break

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a little personal response / tribute to "here's the life i've always longed for" by Anna Haifisch. the original means so much to me, and even though it's hard, I feel like every day i'm making more steps toward finally being on the other side of that fence <:)

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on colors and being different and not being enough for yourself

(please reblog instead of liking)

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I WASN’T A BAD DOG

I WAS A SCARED DOG

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Composed, with a puzzling warning sign laughing, smiling, spewing sweet phrases In silence, you'd hear a ticking sound

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This is how many bullets they shot on a fucking kid.

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not to get all sad for no reason but something nobody tells you about growing up is that a part of you is just a little girl who is yelling ‘please like me please love me please tell me i am good’ at everyone you meet and most of your day is just trying to ignore her

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__Lonely__ 05/22/2024

Shadows creep at the edge

Of consciousness.

They curl around corners and

Never fully dissipate

In the light.

The shadows formed years ago

When all that existed

Was the deep dark abyss

Of dormancy.

They are bright

They are so very bright that

I forget the shadows

Exist at all.

But they're still there.

Creeping and curling,

Waiting to pounce

The second I'm alone.

It's funny,

A Demon haunted by fear.

But I am afraid.

I am so afraid.

I hate being alone.

I don't want to return to the abyss.

I don't want to be forgotten again.

The shadows are so lonely.

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Freedom Grey clouds above your head like angels wishing you peace, The shaking of the car feels new, You're getting home soon, boy. Grey clouds that open up like flowers for the sun, You can feel the heat of the sun inside your body, Are you scared to go home, boy? But still. You yearn for your home. Yearn for the walls that don't grip around your wrists and keep you in. Yearn for your neighbours you've never seen the faces of.  Yearn for your dusty room that keeps your secrets. The bland taste of your everyday home. A taste that keeps you real. A taste that is free. You're free, sweet boy.

(photo taken on my nintendo 3DS)