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dishigoyal · 1 year ago

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Your eyes.... they were so brown and so deep against the colourful background of the feast. I was blinded by them, it was comfortable. It was the feeling of being engulfed into calm, warm nothingness. I should have looked away, I know, but it was physically impossible for me to come out of that elusively hypnotic scene. In that moment, it was the feeling of being at peace under the blankets. Exactly like the very thought of leaving the bed is strangely repulsive.

(मि��ाई for y'all)

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#brown eyes #brown eye appreciation #desiblr #desi #brown people #body posititivity #body poem #beauty

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rileyandrogyne · 3 months ago

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Beauty - A Death

At this point I would do anything to destroy myself so much I’m nothing but a burnt corpse in the mud.

There is nothing in me I care about enough to save.

I know, I know how ugly I am.

I can remember being told it to my face, by family.

Yet I’ll want to be reminded constantly, hoping I can get over it.

I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.

Beauty is a poison, that I know too well.

Overshadowed by others. Is it vanity or is it disorder?

What I want so much, is it worth it?

To my mind, yes, worth everything, including death.

I’d die if it meant my body would decompose to thinness.

Skeletal thinness.

Beauty encapsulates me, but I’ll never be beauty.

#personal #me #poetry #autismpoets #genderfluid #poems #young poets #quotes #literature #my poetry #body poem #ana poem #ed poem #thoughts #bpd poetry #i am so sorry

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soracities · 4 months ago

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Hồ Xuân Hương, "Jackfruit" (tr. Natalie Linh Bolderston), pub. Modern Poetry Review [iD'd]

#q #lit #quotes #poetry #typography #id included #poems #ho xuan huong #vietnamese lit #the body electric #favourite #m #x

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deadpoets · 2 months ago

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DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) dir. Peter Weir

#dpsedit #deadpoetssocietyedit #toddandersonedit #john keating #todd anderson #dps #dead poets society #useraish #tuserkaren #mialook #usernivi #tusermiles #userrlaura #dailyflicks #*mine #*mygifs #todd is literally so brave for dealing with that #and he came up with a banger of a poem #who is doing it like him ?#like todd anderson is literally my bestie and i love him so much and i love his arc so much within this movie #cupping his face in my hands and giving him a kiss on the forehead <3 <3 <3 #also what if i said todd anderson is literally me !#very reminiscent of that time my theatre 101 (or whatever the class was) sub was talking about body language #and he was all like shy people tend to make themselves seem smaller and hide themselves with their body #and he like looked over at me and i was like all scrunched up in the chair with my knees to my chest #also i was like fourteen and it was like a month into the class and i wanted to die right there and then #it was honestly really embarrassing and i still think about it like six years later !

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notfavghost · 6 months ago

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I want to hear my name on your lips, over and over again.

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oxytocxins · 2 years ago

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I thought the earth remembered me,

she took me back so tenderly.

#art #illustration #mary oliver #poetry #nature #body horror #botany #plants #artists on tumblr #moss #wlw #or can be interpreted however you like #also inspired by the last of us show #and partly by the oliver poem #might add some more stuff so this is a wip #but could pass as finished #lgbtq art #lgbtq

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ivynightshade · 8 months ago

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my body is a slaughterhouse for all the people who have tried to love me. / including myself.

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘my body is a slaughterhouse’.

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looserslore · 4 months ago

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Sometimes I look at my own photos and feel like a stranger.

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katy71561 · 7 months ago

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bixels · 7 months ago

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The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.

#also idk how to tell you this but even if it were true. wealthy children potentially sacrificing their educational careers to protest is #a good thing actually. idk how to tell you that caring about people from other nations is good #personal #“this war has nothing to do with most students cuz nobody's getting drafted” idk how to explain to you that we should be angry #that our tuitions of 10s of thousands of dollars that we pay every year for an education is being used to fund a genocidal campaign #also the implication that if you go to a uni institution you are automatically privileged by participation no matter your bg #i didn't /want/ to go to this school. i was supposed to go to a school with an art/animation program. but i realized my immigrant #parents have been working their whole lives to get me here. and turning the opportunity down would be a disservice to their sacrifice #this is getting into convos of “what 2nd gen kids owe their parents” which is different for everyone but. yeah #i just get pissed off at seeing people misrepresenting student bodies as “wealthy” and “privileged” and “elite” when it's such a blatant li #i remember a year ago a friend told me they can't fly home to hong kong for winter break because the plane tickets are too expensive #so they have to find temporary housing around the area #last quarter for a film doc class my film partner made a doc on a small group of marxist grad students from india discussing praxis #during a rally a few months ago in response to police presence the coalition invited palestinian students to speak about their experiences #and lead songs and read poems they wrote. these are STUDENTS. are they elitist too?#this is not to disregard my own personal privilege either.#this whole narrative's just to rationalize a lack of empathy to me. seeing a 19yo student get shot by a rubber bullet and your first #reaction is “HAW! HAW! bet richy rich didn't see THAT coming when she put on her terrorist hood!”#newsflash. these big uni campuses are HAUNTED by the violence of past protests and revolutions and police brutality. we know.#why do you think these coalitions have been making reinforced barricades at record speed

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rileyandrogyne · 5 months ago

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I feel deluded half the time. I think I look nice, I think I look like me, and then I see someone else and I crumble. And all I see is everything I hate about myself. There’s this girl I see regularly around my town, and her body is everything I want. Her legs are the same width the whole way. Perfect and skinny with the most incredible gap. My legs never look like that. My body never looks slim. It’s all fat. I can’t look at my body without seeing it. The way the fat makes my body look wider. It’s ugly. It’s poison. I can’t cope with my appearance. No matter what I do to try and make myself feel comfortable in it. My body will never feel like a home. It will always feel like some foreign entity I have been forced to live in. And my mind suffers because of it. My mind doesn’t feel at home in this vessel. I would happily let it burn.