Weirder and queerer!!!
Trump just declared that there are only 2 genders, so this is your reminder to get WEIRDER and QUEERER gang
A collage of things that influence my writing.
I like the lighting.
Yes that is an Adam Sandler disc and I stand by my decision to buy it.
Got some pictures.
I love to draw little flower people.
Trying to figure out shadows.
I can’t remember if this was from Pinterest or something I screenshotted from tik tok.
I draw a lot of angels.
Reference from Pinterest.
Found this photo album in a thrift store. These people look like they had a sick as hell Halloween party.
Sad to see it in a thrift store. The photos were really beautiful.
You ever have a moment where you think, ‘yea there’s a poem here I just can’t grab it.’
But it turned out kinda interesting.
I took it trying to take a photo of a mustard bottled labeled mayo in the video game “Life is Strange”.
But I forgot to turn the flash off.
Here’s that dumb bottle tho:
Another warm fall day in Alabama. Sitting and swaying, listening to the birds, I think of a world less giving then my own.
A world where I live here because of the conditions, not only coincidentally.
The warm air and cool breeze. The ease of winter here. Nothing more than ice, a glass sheen on the stripped back earth.
Winter means mud, and the sharpened branches, harsh without their dress of green during the warmer months.
Drew some fish tins a long time ago.
Reference was from Pinterest.
I make actual journal entries in my journal, too.
Photo I took out the window on a plane during sunset.
I reminds me of the cover of Smithereens by Joji.
My fav song of that album.
Full disclosure I’ve only read the first novel in the series, and that was wayyy back in middle school.
The trencle was sweet like berries. Almost like drinking syrup but the undertone of citrus made it bearable.
My family smiled at me. We didn’t all have spirit animals. My mother didn’t. My father didn’t. But both my sisters and my grandmother did. This made my fate very uncertain.
My grandmother had a bobcat. Wise and tranquil. Untamable, untouchable. Based on the stories, this demeanor came with age and in their youth my grandmother and her bobcat were once the tricksters and troublemakers of the town.
My eldest sister had a dog. A female pit-bull with black fur and black eyes. At first sight, very scary, but she was really a sweetheart. She had a beautiful coat and people often remarked that the beauty was what connected them. I personally believe it’s their loyalty. How both of them would do anything for the people they love.
My second sister had a wild boar. A fearsome thing that only listens to her. She was strong. And although she had the more dangerous of the two animals, I found she was much sweeter than my oldest sister.
The back of my throat burned, the seconds thumped by.
They all said if I got one it would be small. Soft. A squirrel, a rabbit, a field mouse.
The sky began to cloud over.
Any moment now I expected any kind of rodent or small mammal to shuffle out of the grass.
It was no rat.
It wasn’t even a cat.
Down from the sky she came.
A large female black vulture.
Another playlist.
This time of my favorites from Sleep Token
I present:
Used for your last rites, I think.
Some honorable mentions.
I don’t think the flea market vendor even knew what they had. But I’m so excited to start using this camera!
Also, a little Star Trek reference.
An angel falling from heaven.
Reference was from Pinterest.
“I was an angel, but they made me leave.”
More pictures.
Used the HUJI camera app.
Trinity. They/them. 21
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Poems, art, photographs, and other things I use to make honey
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