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Hello, my name is Alex!

I like poetry, hair, patterns, 8-bit stuff, languages (especially lojban), flowers, and just people in general.

I'll also frequently post homestuck, Pokémon and Adventure Time stuff.

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I make art sometimes too!.

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  1. You wanna be Peter Pan. 

    You wanna be that fairy-dusted disaster that conquers Hook and slays pirates because that’s what strong boys do. 
    But they gave you a dress, and a name to match, and a lot of pink stuff you’d never play with. 

    You loved action figures just as much as dolls (yeah, you love dolls, don’t lie). 

    You don’t walk like a lady though. 

    You flunked ballet class. 

    “You can’t go, it’s boys only.” 
    “Don’t wear swimming trunks, wear a bathing suit.”
    “You’re too old to be a tomboy! GROW UP.”

    You can’t fly. You never will. 

    Even days when you’re wearing the perfect clothes 
    people will stare and say, “Is that a girl or a boy?” 
    And you smile to yourself because today, 
    maybe you might just pass, 
    but then you see their eyes register no facial hair, 
    no knot in your throat, no bulge in your pants, they say it again.

    Louder.

    Tauntingly.

    “IS THAT A GIRL OR A BOY?” 

    This time they know and they just wanna see you squirm 
    and you do and they snicker and give you that look that says, “You aren’t human here.” 

    You’re stuck with the body you’ve got and the gender you don’t 
    There’s no fairy dust 
    No flying away 
    No childhood dreams 
    So you’re doing the best you can. 

    You rock your indecisive parts proudly, 
    but there are days when you can be shattered by a quick tongue.
    Days when men argue about the lines of your body, and then one says, “It’s got tits.” 

    IT 

    because you’re not worthy of any other title. 

    Days when girls will hate you for what you are 
    whatever you are 
    you aren’t human here. 
    But I’ve got tits.

    So on that day when he said to me, 
    “I don’t care if you’re gay, I’d still fuck the shit out of you,” 
    I should’ve been willing, right? 

    But I wasn’t. 

    So I walked faster trying to escape his leering face, 
    the look of malice in his eyes that I’ve seen in so many other men 
    “I’ll fuck you straight, girl.” 

    I don’t know how much of a girl 
    I am but at that moment I wished I had the knuckle strength of men. 

    But I don’t, so I left my pride in this throat, 
    I would try to glue myself back together for tomorrow 
    because there are always gonna be days like this. 

    Days when you have to carry your somber heart like a coffin, 
    days when you pass until you slip and let your words fall from your mouth carried by a feminine voice and they know again. 

    Know that you’re not a him, or a her, but something in between, not human to them. 

    What an abomination. What a monster. 

    Why can’t you be normal with your dress, your boyfriend, your virginity? 
    They wanna paint you the color of smashed hymens. 
    They want you to know that naked, you will always be soft like a woman; 
    naked, you will always have the parts of a woman, 
    you, IT, your telltale breasts 
    you will NEVER be one of those strong boys. 
    you are far from Peter Pan but learn to hold your back like a flagpole, 
    it’s all you’ve got out there. 
    there’s no Neverland.

    (via axoleotl)

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