1. loenielle:

    Ganz langsam
    und schleichend
    verfärben sich die Blätter
    und verbreiten
    Farbmosaike des Herbstspektrums.
    Tiefgoldene Septembersonne und rundherum
    rostbraun, dunkelgelb und moosgrün.
    Dann hören nicht nur die Bäume auf zu blüh‘n
    sondern auch unsere Herzen.
    und wir bereiten uns vor auf…

     
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  4. loenielle:

    Du sagst, du
    verstehst das nicht,
    warum so traurig,
    warum ausgerechnet ich?
    aber glaub’ mir
    wenn ich mir ans Herz fass’ 
    und dir in die Augen schau’:
    wärst du einen Tag 
    an meiner Stelle
    wären alle deine Farbe grau. 

    Du sagst, du
    weißt das nicht
    warum so kompliziert, 
    warum so grundlos schwierig?
    aber vertrau’ mir,
    wenn ich mir ans Herz fass’
    und die Worte tanzen über meinen Mund:
    bitte stell’ dich zu mir,
    mach’ all mein Grau
    wieder bunt.

    (via loenielle)

     

  5. "IF YOU ARE NOT PREPARED TO RAISE A DISABLED CHILD, OR A TRANS CHILD, OR A GAY OR BI OR PAN CHILD, IF YOU ARE NOT PREPARED TO LOVE AND SUPPORT YOUR CHILD UNCONDITIONALLY, DO NOT HAVE A CHILD."
    — it is 2014. there are no excuses left. (via callmeoutis)

    (via thisbitchyellsback)

     
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  7. skydragons83:

    I’ve never felt what this quote says so strongly until today. Today I was told I killed their daughter. I was told of the pain I’m causing them. I was shown how little the average human knows and understands transgenders. I felt the pain of losing almost all hope of still having my family after becoming who I am. Now everything I post or share I honestly feel. The Dysphoria, the depression, the anger, the pain, the disappointment… And most of all so much self hate that I can barely breath. But I do, I go everyday feeling absolutely disgusted with myself but put a smile on and hold conversations cause everyone is worth more than myself. Everyone deserves to live without being interrupted with my shit. So for them I’ll seem happy or okay they won’t see how much I have hidden myself they don’t see the person I am when I meet new people. When I tell the guy next to me in class that I am Jace and a man despite how I was born. They don’t understand that the girl they watched grow up was just an illusion just a magic act to keep them entertained until playing pretend for them becomes too much. They don’t understand how hard it is to act, how hard it is to play the part of their little girl. I’m not their little girl, but I am their little boy.

     
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  14. writeanxiety:

    Good morning, sweetheart.

    Your identity crisis

    left you a message:

    "Hey, remember me?

    There’s a lot of unfinished

    business you forgot!

    You’re getting older

    and haven’t moved very far

    from where you started.

    Did you call that girl?

    Did you finish your classes?

    Did you lose more weight?

     

  15. "Irgendwas" sucht eine Identität.

    janka-in-neverland:

    Irgendwo habe ich sie verloren, irgendwo zwischen dem glücklichen Kind-sein und dem hier und jetzt. Wer sie findet, darf sie gerne wieder zurückbringen. Am liebsten mit einem Ziel.