beauty is a construct

beauty is a construct. it forces, enforces, standards of beauty to conform to an institutionalisation of individual suppression. you are unique. you are the only you in existence. be you without fear, rebel against the authority which deigns to speak about the wonderment of your face. - because you are beautiful, love.

fuck you, we won’t fight in your wars #staywoke

i find myself exhausted. a bone-deep inescapable tiredness, an amalgamation of frustration, like cleaved nails scouring across a hard textured surface. indelicate obscene and overwhelmingly bloody fucking annoying. Malfunctioning dildos like the, Donald Trump’s Pauline Hanson’s and Mike Pence's of the world; stains on the very fabric of that which is the equality and humanity we [...]

the impermanence of your permanence.

it’s easier to say that you’re dead, instead of just, you left and never looked back. how ironic that the prospect of your death would be easier to handle than watching you walk away so casually, (a voluntary abandonment). it's easier to say that you're dead rather than remember how my mother's tears created permanent [...]