today’s one of those days i really wish i could be boogie

today’s one of those days i really wish i could be boogie

one of my favorite memories from high school is thanksgiving break junior year when my friend jake who had left our sophomore year to try and be a model came back to sacramento and we spent the entire time smoking blunts and listening to born to die

~10% of nannying time is spent being shown their cards, this is the reggie jackson page

~10% of nannying time is spent being shown their cards, this is the reggie jackson page

whatmountains:

daisy-scum:

you all probably know this but whatmountains is a really wonderful writer ~*~*~*~*~*~

Thank youuuu. I’m kind of embarrassed about this poem now because it seems so on the nose having been written by a trans woman, but I originally wrote it two years before I came out, so at the time it was something deep and personal and secret that I was still trying to figure out how to talk about.

whatmountains:

daisy-scum:

you all probably know this but whatmountains is a really wonderful writer ~*~*~*~*~*~

Thank youuuu. I’m kind of embarrassed about this poem now because it seems so on the nose having been written by a trans woman, but I originally wrote it two years before I came out, so at the time it was something deep and personal and secret that I was still trying to figure out how to talk about.

the tar pits are warm

but only my face is getting tan

so could you lift me up from here

i’m going swimming in the pool behind the cathedral

thank you for carrying me

here is a feather from my cap

brush it against your lips when you miss me

and think of my papery skin

i don’t know why the preacher keeps slamming his door

but it kinda sounds like he’s trying to talk to god

i left and i can still hear him

from this porch in the country

and you are in a big city

with bright lights and skyscrapers

break a streetlight and call my name

to some motherfucker with a briefcase

for there are monoliths in my eyes

and i can’t see past my feet

markcugini:

jesus

millionsmillions:

Dorothea Lasky reads “I Had a Man.”

magnum opus

magnum opus