getting a new phone rn so i’m officially about to be locked out of this account. it was nice knowing all of you, love you all, thank you for giving me this space to become who i was for the past 10 years. follow my new tumblr iindelibility.tumblr.com
look: the right people will get it. the right people will see you and appreciate you for the person that you are. the right people won’t require you to dilute, censor, or edit yourself in order to be worthy of their time and affection. you don’t need to waste your time on people who are committed to misunderstanding you
(Source: vijara, via manfuckyopride)
love letter to myself
freckles that cover my body, sprinkled upon my face and my shoulder tops and thrown against my arms and bones. evidence that i’ve seen the sun even when i thought i’d never see anything but the light of my computer screen monitor, evidence of my heritage and my ancestors and my mother and father, evidence of my childhood and the woman i am becoming
eyes, blue-green and birth-marked, helping me to catch the light and make a composition. long lashes and bags that look like a Monet palette, art within themselves
lips because they’re always smooth and pink and have little freckles lining the perimeter
chest, covered in tiny little marks that prove that the sun once pounded against it. the shell of my heart, the chamber of breath and life and all necessary forms for existence
forearms because they’re covered in freckles and because of a beautiful tattoo. they are strong and help me lift things, they’ve held my friends and my sister and my mom when they’re crying over ex-friends and ex- boyfriends and ex-maybes
hands because of the resemblance to my mom and because of their ability to create magic on a piece of paper. because my brain trusts my hands and my hands trust my brain, because without them i wouldn’t be typing this
stomach because of the proof of existence, the stretch marks and the softness. because i’ve hated it for so long and it deserves a break every once in a while
thighs because they’re thick and strong. they’re proof of my womanhood and the strength that i carry, proof of growth and expansion and beauty. proof of years of being told to create a gap in between and proof of rebellion.
6•30•2015
(Source: indelibility-blog)
nipple piercings are so fun honestly like i can just sit and play with them for hours
