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

spuandi:

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

orangejuulius:

giving oral sex is better than receiving sometimes idk man

most of the time

meowmeowzombiekitty:

The Pumpkin Die-Orama
cant smile,too cold.

cant smile,too cold.

ughwhatwhy:

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