I’m Alice, 31, French, Cripple Punk (Fibromyalgia) lesbian, ADD.
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Words in white text superimposed over an image of a desert at night. The words read, "AT LAST SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER. Terry took death's arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night. The End."ALT

“Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?”
― Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”
― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

“She was already learning that if you ignore the rules people will, half the time, quietly rewrite them so that they don’t apply to you.”
― Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites

“The female mind is certainly a devious one, my lord.”
Vetinari looked at his secretary in surprise. “Well, of course it is. It has to deal with the male one.”
― Terry Pratchett, Unseen Academicals

“A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest, Granny Weatherwax had once told her, because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.”
― Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith


lady-arryn:

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Do you want me to finish the story?
THEFALL(2006)dir.TarsemSingh

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shutyourmoustache:

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It’s somehow more jarring to see Elton in black than Johnny in pink.

My favorite part is how Johhny can’t stop swooshing the cape and playing with it, that’s adorable XDDD

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incidentalcomics:

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Poetry Comics Month Guest Artist: Madeleine Jubilee Saito

@madeleinejubileesaito is a cartoonist living on Duwamish land in Seattle, Washington. She makes deeply reflective and spiritual comics on subjects like the climate crisis and also teaches workshops on poetry comics. For the past decade she’s drawn a daily poetry comic during the month of November—truly an incredible feat. The way her drawings connect the inner and outer world feels like looking out a window. Find Madeleine’s newsletter at madeleinejubileesaito.net/about and follow her on instagram @madeleine_jubilee_saito.

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hematomes:

i ended up liking how gendered french is solely because i can say that i want people to use he/him pronouns for me the same way they use it for angels, blood and blunts

i asked a trans friend to give me her fem version of this and she said that people should use she/her with her the same way they use it for the sea, flesh and stuffed toys

I don’t speak French but I speak Spanish and I’m nonbinary so the whole gendered language thing is… difficult. I couldn’t get this post out of my head and so I wrote a poem. It’s a first draft but i just had to get it out there

It’s called “Masculino como el amor, femenino como la espada

Si tienes que usar
el masculino conmigo,
usa el masculino cómo lo usas
para el azúcar
para el lobo
el amor
y el mar.
Pero si tienes que usar el femenino,
úsalo cómo lo usas
para la tierra
para la anaconda
la guerra
y la mar.
Llámame masculino cómo el día
cómo el melocotón
el pecho
y la cometa.
O, llámame femenino cómo la noche
cómo la piedra
la leche
y la mano.
Masculino cómo el viento,
femenino cómo la tormenta.
El hueso, la sangre.
El mito, la magia.
El sol, la luna.
Si tienes que usar el masculino conmigo,
o si tienes que usar el femenino,
llámame femenino con la boca y la lengua
o llámame masculino con los dientes y los pulmones.
O
si puedes
llámame por mi nombre.
Llámame
yo.

Translation: Masculine like love, feminine like the sword

If you have to use
the masculine for me,
use the masculine like you use it
for sugar
for the wolf
love
and the sea.
But if you have to use the feminine,
use it like you use it
for earth
for the anaconda
war
and the sea.
Call me masculine like the day
like the peach
the chest
and the comet.
Or, call me feminine like the night
like the stone
the milk
and the hand.
Masculine like the wind,
feminine like the storm.
The bone, the blood.
The myth, the magic.
The sun, the moon.
If you have to use the masculine for me,
or if you have to use the feminine,
call me feminine
with your mouth and your tongue
or call me masculine with your teeth and your lungs.
Or
if you can
call me by my name.
Call me
myself.

no one speak to me this poem cut me open

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by odwier_sio9

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lilr3dridinghood:

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raytoroapologist:

ever since i was a little girl ive always been a boy

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geocaprican:

thegaymertrainer:

Omg Suzy you’re so crazy

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lacetulle:

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Paolo Sebastian | Luminary


assassin1513:

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🌌Flying to the Stars 🌌

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