What If We Got Lost In The Woods & Performed Dark Rituals & Engaged In Homoerotic Acts Of Cannibalism

OH MY GOD IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED HOLY

boots // rudyard kipling

Jackie Sabbagh, “Having a Great Time Being Transgender in America Lately”

I forgot to post this oops

silly goofy post

one thing about me is that I WILL be trying and failing to rhyme, just for sillies. 

what if a PROPHET LESBIAN was giving you the SHROOM WILDERNESS equivalent of MKULTRA and you get so HIGH you become a GIRL and another girl but DEAD hijacks your BRAIN and thinks about LESBIAN ACTIVITIES with the LOCAL TERRORIST literally ALL THE TIME

Art is not my friend right now

I am filled with so much jealousy for other’s art, I am unable to enjoy my own.

Art is not my friend right now.

I can’t come up with anything new. I miss the days where this wasn’t a chore. We aren’t friends right now because I want my art to be something it is not.

Art is not my friend right now. I can’t make my hands create what is in my head.

Art is not my friend right now.

But all I want is for our friendship to return. It may be selfish, I want her to bring me joy. She might be the only one that can. I want to bring her to life, so we can walk hand in hand amongst creation.

Art will be my friend again soon.

stupid

After all this time, I am still stuck.

I am still listening to your stupid playlist 

with your stupid songs

that only remind me of how stupid i was.

I can’t really remember why I used to think that caring for you was smart.

Was it because you were?

You answered every question,

but you couldn't describe why you wanted me.

Because you never did.  

To create

I have been itching to create something,

to have my fingers covered in bright paint.

I just want to make something worth loving.

Bright colored art to make life seem less quaint,

dull tones to assure you, it will be alright.

Paintings big enough to cover a wall.

Five sculptures, all worth being basked in light.

Too much art to fill just a single hall

I want to cover canvas with dark ink.

To make something that evokes emotion

With shadows and highlights that make you think.

Maybe it will be a dark, vast ocean.

All I can say is that until I do, 

I must settle and cherish the sky’s blue

Old friend

I am so glad you are back

That you weren't gone for too long. 

But I know it hurts.

The decision you made was hard, and I feel as though I don’t deserve it. 

I don’t deserve to be the reason you chose to be happy. 

The reason you chose to leave her. 

It feels nice, I suppose. 

Like coming home. 

Like wrapping myself in an old quilt.

But it also feels like exactly what it is. 

Coming back to an old friend.  

If we were villains

Just finished if we were villains and let me just say, oh my goddddd!!!! I literally almost burst into tears at the ending. The way the characters were portrayed was amazing and every single one of the journeys they went on as humans was so touching and approachable. I have no words to describe how this book made me feel.