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My name is Ashtyn.  Proud parent, college student, server/receptionist, body hair enthusiast, former sex worker. Transgender. They/them pronouns please. Taken by Madison and I am smitten. :-) pukesplatter.tumblr.com/tagged/self

"   I would have crawled at your feet just to be near you.   "
Vienna, “Johnny Guitar” (via alonesomes)
"   Jesus, Jesus he says, but he’s not praying to Jesus, he’s praying to you, not to your body or your face but to that space you hold at the centre, which is the shape of the universe… How does it feel to be a god… ?   "
Margaret Atwood, from “Worship,” Murder in the Dark  (via themaraudersaredead)

(Source: lifeinpoetry, via alonesomes)

"   to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.   "
"The Thing Is," Ellen Bass (via commovente)

(via alonesomes)