paulaajo said: I reblogged that Wonder Woman text post because it reminded me of you and also now I realize you're Wonder Woman and suddenly everything makes sense. Okay love you bye
it’s a secret shhh
(‘emergencies’, suggested by esiuolaras)
Don’t ask a twelve-year-old
to know death.
He’ll always fidget in the face of it;
when his grandmother says ‘I think it’s about
time I met my maker’ as she lies in bed
on a still afternoon, sun still peeping through
lime tree branches at her, light upon her wrinkles,
he’ll ask his brother if he knew what that meant.
He will answer rudely, in part because
he’s hoping that’s not what it meant.
They don’t know the difference
between sleep and weightlessness.
Don’t get mad at them,
they don’t know what warrants a warning bell.
It’s been just as long since that moment
and they still fear not knowing a lot.
They ring the bell for everything now,
you can hear it; they’ll run riot
with their wrists dancing the brass curve
outside your window for as much as a
bad joke involving aspirin and a sharpener.
Everything is urgent because
nothing can be taken back.
They don’t want to hear the song for graveside sunsets,
so they’ll play the alarm like fear is life
because fear is proof that
everything is beating just fine, or finer.
We’ll ring for joy,
and you’ll curse us after.
Lets do an experiment: reblog if you would feel safer hanging out with trans women (regardless of what genitals they currently posses) than Cis women who are transphobic and deny trans women’s obvious womanhood.
(Source: monoceroy, via falloutgirlongirl)
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Photographer: Jared Tyler
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