Halonierungen der periorbitalen Region

My body is not an assignment.
I am not a project
Or a crossword puzzle.
I do not need solving
Or fixing.

I will not make another to do list,
Or a group of rules to live by.
There is no room for numbers alongside my name;
I cannot be an equation.

I am a raging fire,
The swelling tide,
The burning sun,
The autumn air.

There was no hope in rigidity.
I learned to chase myself instead.

Recovery came.
And it was from the earth. The sky.
And me.

it’s been a year, by Emily Kei ( @ohemilykei)

The Bride of Christ


give me hickeys and tell me you never want to be without me


giving oral sex is better than receiving sometimes idk man

most of the time


The Pumpkin Die-Orama
cant smile,too cold.

cant smile,too cold.


get into the habit of not assuming a person’s gender