So... You Got Bread Or What?

words by jenny holzer 

a homing of pigeons

Squeezing my patient's thigh, manipulating their skin to maximize the efficacy of their shot. The smell of the alcohol wipe in both our noses, laying the foundation for what's to come. Soothing you with calm words before I bring the needle to your skin. It's okay, there's no need to worry. Not as I inject the medication into your muscle. It takes no more than twenty seconds before I'm pulling the needle from your skin and massaging the area with my free hand. Such a good patient for me.

Robert Blomfield. Portland Road, London. 1958

happy trans day of visibility, have a pigeon :]

i think we can relate to them a lot. there is no small number of people that will truly hate us just for existing, but remember that pigeons and doves are really the same thing and one is not less worthy of respect than the other. and there are also still people out there that love you more than anything! youll find your flock eventually

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