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A collab with my brother!!! @ediblecherrypiex3

And proof I'm not dead lmao

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Oh Mitski you wound me

I did the coloring with face paint crayons admittedly I couldn’t find my poscas

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PASS AWAY IN A PLANE CRASH!!!!

Juju on that beat

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Juju on that beat

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Lemme hit you with another one

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Close your eyes, Daisuke

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I got my first real boyfriend when I was 13.

He was ok, nothing special.

Sure he had his flaws, everybody has their flaws.

We got engaged when I was 16, and he ghosted me the same day.

I think he has another girlfriend. I think he always had another girlfriend.

The next month I met my second boyfriend.

He was better, he is a lot more special.

I told him I thought he was cute.

I told him I liked his eyes.

I told him I liked his hair.

I told him I liked Pierce the Veil.

We texted for a while

And went to punk shows

And laughed and danced and kissed

He didn’t have another boyfriend

Not in the typical sense

Ive cut my hair a million times

I wear skirts and jeans all the same

I’m a boyfriend and a girlfriend

I’m a little sister and an aunt

I’m an older brother and an uncle

And my room is nothing short of a mess

I’ve been a secret

I’ve been a sanctuary

I’ve been a library of information

I’ve been loud and raunchy

Ive been quiet and anxious

It’s never been easy

I’ve cried as much as I’ve laughed

My mom says I look healthier

And my friends say I’m alive

And I have never been more in love

And to be honest, other than that?

I don’t know what I am.

-MKT

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My mother was my first heartbreak

I learned very early on I wasn’t a daughter

I was a human there to listen to her

Help her

Make her feel like she was a good human

A good mom

She was never my mother

I taught her how to parent me

It was when I started to advocate for myself

That the pretenses of love fell down

And I knew what I had always known in my heart

She didn’t love me because I was her daughter

She loved me for what I could give her

-KMS

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I wish I was a boy

In the way other boys are

I wish I was strong and tall

Lean and played sports

And looked good while doing it

I wish my achievements in athletics

Were “another great win”

And not “pretty good for a girl”

I wish I experienced boyhood the way boys did

I wish I scraped my knees while climbing trees

And looked tough instead of

Teachers wondering why a girl was covered in bruises

Because when boys have bruises

It’s boys being boys

And when girls have bruises they asked me

If everything was ok at home

I wish that I was strong

I wish I could lift the weight

Of all of my friends as they struggle

To stay standing

I wish I was strong

In the way boys are strong

Where it’s easy to hike to run to meet their quota

Where they go to the gym and meet their friends

And not have to film themselves in case

Someone gets a little too handsy

I wish I was a boy in a way

Where I could have long curly hair

And still look like a boy

I wish people would see me

And say he’s a rockstar

And not she’s so pretty

I wish I was a boy in a way where my chest

Did not ache in order for it to be flat

But in a way where I deal with the heartbreak

Of another loss in a mindless game

I wish I was a boy like the ones from horror movies

Where people fawn over me walking in the woods

Or covered in blood

I wish I was a boy in the violent way

In the primal, animalistic unashamed way

I wish I was a boy in the way other boys are boys

I am not ashamed I wasn’t born a boy

Because grapes were not born wine

And if I were born a boy

I’d never get to be my own favorite sculpture

In my own art portfolio

That I hand in to my mother

Where she wonders who I drew

Though I was just drawing myself

In the way nobody ever sees me

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Figured I may as well share this because uhhh poetry and my brother told me to and maybe somebody can relate to this and feel better today??

Things you will learn when your dad dies:

You will grieve him, though not until far too late

His things will sit in the house

As if he will come home to collect them any minute

As if he will walk through the door

With a slushie in hand to make up for arguing that day

You will miss him even though you fought

You’ll think he would have loved your boyfriend

You will remember the flashing lights

And you will pray it was a joke

Though you never believed in god

And you never believed in your father

You will wonder if he thought of you

In his last moments alive

Or if he thought anything at all

I will forever forgive him for what he has done

But I will never forgive that it was done to me

And I will never forgive myself for telling him I love him

Every time he left the house

And every time we fought

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Tired of this “cherry tastes like medicine” agenda when anything grape flavored exists

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Oh hey I made that chick

Just a couple gals becoming pals at 2 in the morning at the local gas station!

A comm for a couple friends of mine on instagram Courtney (Right) by purpledducttape Moran (Left) by zippadee_doodah

#pixelart #pixel #art #HauntedMindscape #noaiart #noai #lesbians

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reblog to give the person you reblogged from a cool rock you found

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im gods trophy wife