Because you look at me with love,
and I look at you with an expiration date
17:24 // Dec. 26
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i am everyone
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Trans History by Keaton St. James
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Image via We Heart It http://weheartit.com/entry/234031732
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Louise Bourgeois - 10 AM Is When You Come To Me, 2006
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Drink me, my permission slip in pieces at your feet,
my mother always told me i deserved to be tasted, let me linger on your teeth; stain your smile, pretend i was ever so present in your happiness
let me rot inside your cavities, build a nest on the underside of your cheek, oh god i will polish the words that come rolling off your tongue;
pretend the skin they land on looked as pristine as mine
i will wear you like my favourite lipstick in the shade of the darkest nights you wore me as your cape
i will dangle from your vocal cords; create a park inside your throat
i will climb down through your lungs, scream inside your veins, make you choke,
i’ll make you sin if she told you loving me was a mistake
swirl me around inside your mouth, let me leave a bitter after-taste onto your tongue, lover, that will be your only reminder
that i had ever been there. That i had ever left.
That i am not dangling from your window, i am not hiding outside in the streets. Do not pretend i am the matress that soaks your body in anything else but sweat, i am not the wind that caresses your face on nights where you wonder the streets in hopes that
i am there
have i ever had the heart big enough to open that
goddamn door,
i am hiding in musty cars, i am hiding in tall black jars, oh my sweet boy, i feel chains around my waist;
i am sheltered, like the small bird that i am. Your love knows not of metal bars, it cannot shatter through walls, it cannot find me hiding inbetween the decay. That’s where i will lay, Juidth. I have grown roots over time, i had tea with the empty coke cans. I would sing the needles goodnight.
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I do not see
your body
as just a body,
I see it as landscape,
the natural form
of track and terrain.
You are land
but no country,
a mountain
without claim,
an ocean
full of itself.
So often I have given
myself to the wind
of your seasons
for safe passage.
So often I have
been spared
from your storm.
So often I have come
close to god
and did not know.
Nav K (via navk)
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Have you seen Alaska in the winter?
I have, twice. Once when I went there,
and another when I found blue like the ocean there
in your right eye.
That’s funny,
the way you feel like somewhere other than home.
Let me show you how the world is on your palm.
See the line right here, (48N 20E) this one represents loss.
This one, growth.
And this one, well this is where I come in.
Let me show you how I crusade across continents.
How, I love. How, I lose.
How, there’s no difference.
I’m thinking about that one time we went to Toronto. No one ever told me home can come with you. - Grayson Herrg (via cyberfake)
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‘Despise’ Plate - Keaton Henson
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set your past on fire and leave
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