The sky is clear at 5am
It's not really 5am yet,
Still actually 4:08am
Daylight savings only began in the past 48 hours,
It doesn't count
The sky is clear, inky, luminescent and deep
and like a silky dress that looks great on the hanger
when I get into it, I feel my skin tighten and immediately need to push the fake polyester off me.
I’m not sure people believe I’m autistic
But it doesn’t count
I can't guide your conscience I can't help you choose I don't want to talk about how this is sure to see my life improve I can't hear about it I'm sick to death of it Just... don't suggest I'm not in
I woke before the sun rose today, my heart felt the intense weight of all the moments that the 25th of April marks, before my body had even begun to stir. For all the Blakfellas who were sent to fig
Content warning: I use a word that many people find confronting, that word is cripple. I identify as a crippled person, and I use it in the spirit of reclaiming it. Blessed are the crippled kids, Thos