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yesterday, tumblr totally deleted the account of a prominent trans girl on this website because she was posting safe for work transition timeline photos. this is supposedly "the queerest place on the internet" but i haven't seen anybody but trans girls talking about this. why does nobody else give a fuck?

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QUIET LIFE IN A ONE BEDROOM APARTMENT

I just want a quiet life. Maybe a one bedroom apartment, furnished with a comfy bed, some blankets and throw pillows. I'll paint the walls brown and get a cat. I'll make a grilled cheese sandwich and soup, sit in the kitchen and stare out the window and smile at the bright afternoon light. I just want a quiet life in a quiet apartment far far away from my house, where my past won't catch up and grip me by the throat and drag me back to what was once home. No, I want to make a home far from all the people and all the yelling and all the sounds. Away from all the hurting and all the violence. I just want a quiet life in a small apartment where I make a grilled cheese sandwich and everything will be fine.

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To my mother, by your daughter

I have your pain and dad's anger

Two of which that doesn't go well together

I didn't mean to accuse you of any crimes

I'm just a woman who's been told no one too many times

I didn't mean to lash out when you were trying to make me feel better

I just don't know how to react when we are together

I promise I'm trying to set my mind straight

But i know you're getting tired of my constantly confused state

Nobody taught me how to handle the pain

Nor the anger. I tried in vain

Mother Im sorry that Im hurt and angry

I promise I'm only trying to make you proud and happy

But sometimes things get out of hand

My mind spills out like the beach sand

It pulls me down

And burns the ground

Till the glass it makes

Pricks my face

I don't know how you hold the weight

Of dad's anger and your daughters god awful state.

When in first grade I got my first prize

You gazed at me fondly, love in your eyes

Will you still love me the same way

When I tremble slightly and say

"Ma my world is getting too vile

Will you hold me for a little while?"

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“Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.”

— Mitch Albom

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Mother, sing me a lullaby

Mother, in night skys

I no longer see stars

And the morning sun

It is no longer gentle

Mother, time

It feels like a raging river

Or standing water

My body

It no longer coperates

And my mind

No longer relates to reality

Mother, I am choking

I want to breath

Tell me I did good

Tell me I suffered enough

Mother, sing me a lullaby

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“Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you’re living?”

— Bob Marley

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welcome home

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Read between the lines

Read between the lines

You'll find a graveyard

Of things left unsaid

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POETS INK

The art of escapism

We may have mastered

The constant urge of my soul

To sleep and never wake up

I am written by a poet

As tragic as it may be

there's beauty in This tragedy

Someone has misplaced my soul

Here in this desert

Born to starving parents

For the life they couldn't live

Someone must have died

Perhaps it's just me

Or did you too find a piece of yourself

Etched with the poet's ink?

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Maybe one day I'll learn to love the people who love me.

And forgive those who have wronged me

Maybe one day breathing may not be so hard

And mornings not a war

Maybe one day I'll learn to love this body

And care for it as deserved

Maybe one day I'll acknowledge that

These legs have held me up and

These eyes have seen love at it's finest

Maybe one day I'll accept that My tongue has satisfied all my craving

And my tummy soft from all this content

Maybe one day all may not seem so grim

And to find hope may not be so hard

Maybe one day I'll realise this life isn't condemned for me but rather a blessing in disguise