"You Were In My Dreams Last Night" Yeah Our Souls Have Been Clawing Through Our Chests To Get To Each

Helen of Troy (detail) c. 1867. by Frederick Sandys

you'll be torn open and laid bare.

hehe and then what

"In my culture, we know death intimately. In Arabic, the highest expression of love is the phrase "ya'aburnee" Translated "you bury me" . It means "I love you so much, I'd sooner die than bury you". It was used by mothers in our lineage who were so used to losing their young in war. In my culture, we cannot talk about love without speaking death's name"

-George Abraham, "Untitled," Published In Black Napkin Press

MUTUAL AID

I'm doing all I can to escape my abusive home, because my mental and physical health has been at an all time low since December. If my work has ever meant anything to you, please consider donating to a disabled trans queer Bengali butch, if you are able to. I don't really want to talk about my personal life right now, because I'm sick of talking about it honestly and it's been horrific since 2023, but I would like a bit of help very much now, instead of just my shitposts and moodboards blowing up.

my trans poetry book collection

my trans sapphic Bengali story from ko-fi

If Indians have problem with Payp*l, you can donate on gpay: sritamasen1905@oksbi

the least you can do is be kind!!! we're all horrible human beings love is the only hope out there

I think everything I've done in life has been in an effort to be loved more

Mother watching her girls dancing in the rains, she sees herself, and she sees something that she loves.

Dhaka, Bangladesh

Photo: Istiak Karim

i don't know who needs to hear this, but guilt, self-hatred and shame are not sustainable sources of growth and healing. you can't hate yourself into feeling better, or being better. you can't repeatedly punish yourself for your flawed humanity and expect wholesome results.

On Yearning