Chandler. Trans. 💉5.6.17
Mountains, puppies, travel,
queer things, poetry.
sticks and stones may break my bones but words constitute my entire existence and my ability to meaningfully interact with the universe because we live in a textual reality in which everything is constructed and coded by language there is no escaping the symbolic dimensions of language there is nothing outside the text there is nothing outside the text there is nothing outside the text
me: yeah im really tough
me: [gets scared by text notifications when they’re too loud]
me: [easily startled when people tap me on the shoulder]
me: [cries under any sort of pressure ever]
me: [cries when anyone raises their voice higher than their average volume]
me: so tough
my father told me once to never date anyone who talks smoothly around you from the start because if someone likes you they should be a little nervous and honestly i think that’s some of the best advice anyone has ever given me
i told my dad about this text post and he got so excited he teared up and then he said he felt like he just adopted forty thousand new children to share his wisdom with and he hopes all of you meet kind, sweet people he would be proud of
for gay girls the definition of a “risky text” is sending literally any kind of compliment or positive message to any girl, anonymously or otherwise
T. S. Eliot reads “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” with the text of the poem choreographed by Wordookie, an open-source version of Wordle. (via Open Culture)
I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.
i don’t even ever post text, but.
i am one motherfucking happy girl.
