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To Myself At 4 p.m. Let me now sternly address myself Sitting alone in the room where I get To be alone, under my skylight, Next to my Purple Rain poster: What did I think? That someone like me Would get to be a mother? Or have The life we're told you're meant to have Like all my boring straight cousins? (How can I be the only one Who's even gay?) They always seem To have somehow produced another baby Every time I skype my mother, And I skype her like twice a week. She tells me the news as if it's good But her expression on her face Is not an expression of pride or joy. I refuse to remember the names of even A single one of their fucking children: They'll probably all be straight as well. I'm not like them and I don't get The things they get. Instead I get Some other goods, like twitter callouts, And invites to dance nights organized by Radical Faeries, where I can drink Mushroom tea and have awkward talks With twenty-three-year-old enby kids In the queue for the single toilet stall Then bicycle home high as a kite. Maybe one day a car will hit me. Is this what I do for the rest of my life? What will getting old entail If I can't manage to finagle A daughter to give my jewelry to And unfairly forbid to go to parties?
"Oh look, she's sleeping," Sophie says, "She looks So lovely." "Well," I say, "the topic of the night Was love." "Oh love," says Sophie, "Yeah, that's right, Oh dude, like I don't know, like all the books "Are like, oh love can be both good and bad, But it's ecstatic and transformative: It makes you suffer, but it makes you live, You know? And like, you'll say I'm just all sad "But there's this thought I had I can't forget. Like, what if love is when a person stays? Like when you're with a person who betrays You totally, and leaves you so upset, *And hurt and devastated that you know You ought to never talk to them again, You even want to leave, you do, and then You see them anyway, you stay, although "You're angry and you want them fucking dead, Because you love them and you can't control That love. It's like inertia of the soul. I don't support it. Let's not love instead! "Or look, I'm pretty drunk, but I don't know, Like every time I've been in love its sucked, Like fuck emotions. Can't I just get fucked?" "You're fucked already babe. It's time to go."
Emperor Palpatine Surgical Reconstruction The Chancellor Palpatine Surgical Reconstruction Center, sometimes shortened to ChanPal SuRecon Center, crowned one of the tallest buildings on Coruscant. During the Clone Wars, it was also known as the Grand Republic Medical Facility or simply as the Grand Medical Facility. It later became known as the Emperor Palpatine Surgical Reconstruction Center, being commonly referred to as the EmPal SuRecon Center. It was an imposing spire that dominated its particular stretch of the Galactic City-ater Imperial City-skyline.
just another blond transexual idiot named emma
margit carstensen and fassbinder
a takato yamamoto drawing of a skeleton fucking a woman on my coffee table
a book cover with a clown’s clown jp patches the northwestern icon
friend telling me about her nuzlocke run: so i'm doing a pokemon platinum randomizer nuzlocke as my little celebration for my week of spring break, and you are the only tgirl who's namesake pokemon is still alive 4 gyms in my friends mira the haunter and kaitlyn the taillow both bit the dust (the haunter was the last gym anc i'm still bitter about it you are a crobat and while they're not known for particularly high defense because this is a randomizer you do have a healing move
box art for toki going ape shit
a representation of The star of redemption
just a emma boymoding
psycho chaser video game case for the pc engine
vhs called TELEPATHIC COMMUNICATION WITH ANIMALS
Mari was hardly listening. A daring thought was taking shape in her mind. She began to anticipate a solitude of her own, peaceful and full of possibility. She felt something close to exhilaration, of a kind that people can permit themselves when they are blessed with love.
a goofy phone
it’s a me emma as always at work, but this time i’m sick. i feel like my eyes are bleeding
truck with the phrase “secure destruction you can trust” on the side
me just another emma dressed up for a much over due bike ride
me staring at the beautiful macbook air
it’s me looking and feeling like death because i’ve had stomach cramps the past 12 hours