fcked up at the disco

unclefather:

my mom said “what is a twink” really loudly at the table in the olive garden 

frostlawyer:

have you ever brought up a topic like ableism or misogyny or cissexism around people you love and trust and just seen the boredom and exasperation and ‘here we go again’ in their eyes and suddenly felt a little bit less safe

"

there was that dream, you know the one—
you dreamt your teeth were falling out,
i tried to kiss them back into your mouth.

you want to sleep after noon, cure the blue smudged
under your eyes but the man who built your house
loved the sun & faced all the frames east.

you & i are in the same boat on different seas,
both parched lips & paper cuts, going against the grain
of the wooden floors on which we rest our cheeks.

the point is: i would choose again & again your skin
as the canvas on which to witness the rosy rise & i will
wait through all the spaces you string between your script,

two who have chipped & mismatched ceramic cells, dust on
bedroom blinds & the habit of folding in on ourselves
at the first sign of trouble:

we have found & unfound the way to be free.

— "found & unfound," marina midworst (via midworst)
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