Neko

cordeliadoyle:

rory + her reaction to boys saying ‘i love you’

sparksinthedark-blog:

 Alison Bechdel, Fun Home

ryandonato:

Lani Maestro, No Pain Like This Body

helenoftroybolton:

I registered to be an organ donor today.

My entire life, I have been told to not get that little red heart on my license. I was too pretty to be cut up if I were to die young. No number of lives I could save would be worth a stranger opening me up and tearing part of me out only to sew me back up before my family would see me again.

I registered to be an organ donor today.

My heart has a murmur and beats too fast and I have a condition that makes my body feel like it’s bleeding out when I stand up. My liver was jaundiced for so long as a kid I can’t drink more than a shot of vodka without the world’s worst hangover the next morning. My eyes can’t make out writing on street signs without my glasses. My lungs have breathed in too much secondhand smoke from grandmothers and lovers alike for them to ever be any good. 

I registered to be an organ donor today.

If someone can take my shitty queer heart that I loved too much with, that would beat too fast when I heard their voice, take it. If someone can take my liver, that saw me through champagne toasts to my coming out and tipsy first kisses fueled by liquid courage, take it. If someone can take my eyes, the blue ones that my person looked into the first time they told me they loved me, the eyes that could see them in all their beauty in our most intimate moments, take them. If someone needs my lungs, the lungs I have sung with and cried with and laughed with and sighed contentedly as I fell asleep in the arms of someone I loved, someone who loved me, someone queer like me, take them. Take them and let someone else say a thousand I love you’s with the breaths I can no longer take. Take them. Take them. Take them.

I registered to be an organ donor today.

Because if someone kills me for who I love, the things I loved with will not die with me.