TW : Transphobia

I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.

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libraryidealist

9 months ago

— Georgia O'Keeffe

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9 months ago

*covered in blood* i will.... *trembling* CHOOSE TO BE KIND... *in pain* i will be... NICE to others... *wanting to kill* i will see good in EVERYONE *yelding a knife* i will NOT be like those who hurt me... *screaming* i will be BETTER than who i was...

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libraryidealist

1 year ago

running with my dress unbuttoned

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7 months ago

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libraryidealist

4 months ago

Catch 22 By Joseph Heller // Mash (peace On Us)

catch 22 by joseph heller // mash (peace on us)

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4 months ago

Save me warm toned lit windows of tenement blocks on a winters evening save me

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9 months ago

"What does it mean to be human? / A reality which ceases to exist."

Film still from "Sweet Home."
A teenage boy kneels on the ground. His eyes are completely black and a large wing protrudes from one of his arms. Beside him, an older man hugs him.
The room around them is dilapidated and falling apart.

"Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human."

"I ask god to send a swordsman / and god says 'look at your hands'"

"who hasn't ever wondered: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?"

Film still from "Sweet Home."
A teenage boy (left) stands in front of a mirror, looking at a different version of himself (right). On the left side, blood streams down his face from his nose. On the right side, his eyes are completely black and he smiles mockingly.

"What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both a shelter and warning at once. "

"The first thing God made is love / then comes blood / and the thirst for blood"

Screencap from "Sweet Home."
A humanoid figure stands alone, looking downwards. It holds a long staff in its hand. Its face is not visible.

"A beast can never be as cruel as a human being, so artistically, so picturesquely cruel."

"1. Man is a MORAL animal. // 2. You can get human beings to do anything - IF you can convince them it is moral. // 3. You can convince human beings anything is moral."

"This is a gift, it comes with a price / Who is the lamb and who is the knife?"

Film still from "Sweet Home."
A teenage boy stares straight ahead, in a state of shock. Blood drips drown from his nose and is smeared across his chin and left cheek.

"This is why Scylla's story is so viscerally horrifying to me: The idea of looking down at a monstrous body and trying to get away, and then realizing that the monstrous body is yours. Is you."

WE SHALL BE MONSTERS

Saptajit Banerjee What does it mean to be human? // 스위트홈 Sweet Home (2020-2024) dir. Jang Young-woo; Lee Eung-bok; Park So-hyun // Victoria Schwab Vicious // Melissa Broder Problem Area from "Last Sext" // Clarice Lispector The Hour of the Star // 스위트홈 Sweet Home (2020-2024) dir. Jang Young-woo; Lee Eung-bok; Park So-hyun // Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // George Seferis Collected Poems 1924-1955 // 스위트 홈 Sweet Home (2017-2020) cr. Kim Carnby & Hwang Young-chan // Fyodor Dostoyevsky The Brothers Karamazov // Frank Bidart Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016 // Florence + the Machine Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) // 스위트홈 Sweet Home (2020-2024) dir. Jang Young-woo; Lee Eung-bok; Park So-hyun // John Flaxman Scylla

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libraryidealist

9 months ago

“Calm and queenly, comes the summer nymph, July—crowned with azure, clothed with splendour,”

— John Critchley Prince, from Dreams & Realities In Verse and Prose; “July,”

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libraryidealist

10 months ago

When will the last time I ever mourn us be?

Will it be a random Tuesday when my grief lets me go? Or will I always find a path back to our bed where you let the warmth wither leaving me in the cold all alone?

The last time I think of you might not be some profound longing thought. I might just find myself wondering if that guitar of yours is finally playing some happier chords.

The grief will leave but, that age old adage rings true - grief lives with you, but sometimes it gives you reprieve by simply stepping into the other room.

In that reprieve, the truth hits hard like lightning cracking through a tree, that I’m finally realising I am only mourning the romanticised idea I made us out to be.

I’ll be the bride in all black - t.k.o

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