The semi-art blog of a semi-person who needs to make more art. Welcome to my cozy corner of the internet.
"I fall in love with people’s passion. The way their eyes light up when they talk about the thing they love and the way they fill with light."
- Melissa Cox
Background art by nokkasili.tumblr.com
Introspection - Full Image
When I go for long walks or sit out on my porch at night for a while with nothing to distract me, it feels like my mind is able to sort through all the extraneous thoughts and mental noise I’ve accumulated and just kind of… let it go. It’s something I don’t do often enough.
I’ve spent a long time
trying to think of the words
to use to tell you—
but it isn’t worth it to
be indeterminate, so I will just say:
I’m sorry that I died.
I didn’t know what it would do
to you (I still don’t know,
really, but every time you look at me,
you look like you’re seeing a ghost,
and you’ve seen a thousand ghosts,
but when you look at me, you still look
confused and scared and just
a little happy, but only a little).
I didn’t know that it would make you
cling to my life in a way I never did
before I met you (before you, it was only
existence; only numerous deaths
by your association gave me the life
which you cling to now so fiercely
with a grip as tight
as a noose, if a noose
could only keep people
I’m sorry that I died,
and I’m sorry you had something
to remember me by that wasn’t even
mine; I’m sorry you drank.
I’m sorry you had nightmares.
I’m sorry that you had to lose me
again, to memory and monsters
and my own vicious guilt.
I’m sorry we never took any pictures.
I’m sorry that I died.
I will try very, very, very hard
not to do it again.
awkward teenage smooches
I don’t want to talk about it
a project i literally did overnight
gonna make it a booklet…
Ahaha, This is pretty personal I guess, but I don’t mind putting it up here…sorry if some of it is hard to read… i have terrible writing ugh v/w/v;;;
I probably stated this a few times on my personal blog, but our genitals really determine so much for us that it’s easy to see why it’s so difficult for non binary people to make it far.
What’s funny though, is my mom saw me drawing the second image, and she said the last one’s not me. What’s great about that is how ironic it was for her to say that. It’s basically what I’m talking about, how people assume you’re this or that because you have these sorts of chromosomes and all that shit. Great, I wasn’t blessed with a dick, but that’s not what makes me me. I just… hm…
I’m not sure what to say honestly, I had so many words and they’re kinda gone now. But this was something I did today,and it can be something for those out there that don’t fit in the binary, for the trans people who didn’t always know. Sometimes I wish I did, but there’s no amount of memory or evidence to say that I didn’t know. It was there, just covered up in dresses and dolls. You don’t need all kinds of proof to say you really are trans.
Nice to meet you guys.
Hope this helps those that really need the boost. No one can tell you who you are. And if people try to tell you, well.. they can kindly fuck off. They aren’t living your life. Be who you wanna be okay?
Life and Death - Otto Schmidt
HAVE SOME MORE ARIEL
this is like when you’re sitting with someone that you really like then you like touch knees or something and all of a sudden you feel all this energy going through both of you through this one point of contact
this gif is kinda like that