i couldn’t sleep last night so i drew this instead
and in your languages I announce
I am now nameless.
My true name is a growl.
|—||Margaret Atwood, from “The Animals Reject Their Names and Things Return to Their Origins” (via elucipher)|
everytime someone tells me it pronouns are dehumanizing i grow a little less human and a little more powerful
i am body positive. the tests came in and i am stuck in this horrendous bag of flesh
I think I am surviving
in all the wrong ways
|—||ten word poem (via wreckedsailboats)|
|—||Richard Ramirez. (via dichotomization)|