Today I Will Get Out Of Bed. I Will Open The Blinds, And I Will Soak Up The Sunlight Like A Sponge Soaking

today i will get out of bed. i will open the blinds, and i will soak up the sunlight like a sponge soaking up water. i will look at the things he gave me, and every picture of me and a dead person on my mirror. and today, ill know it was for the better. i will go to school and understand the unspoken rules the girls have. i will follow them. and even though i do not look like they want me to, i am smart enough to keep myself together when they call me names. i will get home at three and call my best friend. i will talk bad about a girl who is like a mirror image of me. she is reverse, but too similar. still too similar. and i will let my brother scream at me, because i would scream at me too if i could. i know it's because i look too much like my mother. that's not the only thing i inherited from her, but it's the only thing people who didn't know her will notice we share. i also have her hunger for destruction. the bubbling of ache under our skin was shared. but she pulled it together enough to have a family, whereas i never will. the twin sized mattress i sleep on calls my name. i lay down to stare at the stick on stars on my ceiling. they're in the virgo and leo constellations. they mean the most to me. im a scorpio. i will wait until after dark to text his old account. and maybe i will know it's for the better that he left today. but i have texted him for too long, and it is already tomorrow. and i have deluded myself into believing he still thinks about me. and i will go to bed, and wake up at five. and i will lay in bed for another hour. today i will rot in bed. today i will know it was not for the better that they left. today is sunday, after all.

Last day. Last kiss.

I wonder, do you think they both thought they were too much for each other?

Do you think that their insecurities eat away at them, burrowed into their bones?

“You’re hesitating, love”

When frankenstein's creature said accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? And when Judas said why didn't you make me good enough so that you could've loved me? And when wych elm said why did you do this to me? I was your baby. You made me. But then sophokles said, i am the shape you made me, filth teaches filth.

uhhh lesbian as a gender and lesbianism and gender being inextricably intertwined compilation

comics: all from alison bechdel

book page about butch identity: from Butch Is A Noun by S. Bear Bergman

image IDs in alt text (you have no idea how long that took lol).

a strange tenderness : an exploration of transmasc leatherdyke desire