"A world without trans people has never existed and never will"
Poster spotted in Olympia, WA
driving at night and going nowhere is fun
— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”
what do you tell your friends about me? do you spit when you say my name or is it still safe in your mouth?
— Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena (via lumamonchtuna)
[text: I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.]
Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us
Frida Kahlo, from a letter written in 1934, featured in "The Letters of Frida Kahlo,"
EMILY DICKINSON
from a letter to Austin Dickinson written circa August 1851;
original photo and edit
tumblr is basically a big “close friends” but with people i don’t know
how do I know you'll be a good father when I'm not around
how do I know that you'll understand what she needa
how do I know if you'll comfort her the way she likes when she's sad
how do I know
i'm so sad i'm so sad i'm so sad i'm so sad i'm so sad i'm so sad
i only get on here when i'm sad.