Hi, my name is Casiana , I am 19 and I currently live in Romania.This bog containts a little part of myself. You'll find here posts about feminism, veganism,body-positivity, fat-acceptance, fatshion, sex, nudity, LGBTQA , books, food, new-age philosophy,yoga, buddhism maybe , hippie stuff, rock'n'roll, tattoos and all things I feel like reblogging.
«When nobody else celebrates you, learn to celebrate yourself. When nobody else compliments you, then compliment yourself. It’s not up to other people to keep you encouraged. It’s up to you. Encouragement should come from the inside.»
Andrea Gibson - “I Sing The Body Electric, Especially When My Power’s Out”
When I was seven, the man who played the bagpipes wore a skirt. He was from Scotland so I wanted to move there, wanted my spine to be the spine of an unpublished book, my faith, the first and last page. The day my ribcage became monkey bars for a girl hanging on my every word, they said, “You are not allowed to love her.” Tried to take me by the throat to teach me I was not a boy. I had to unlearn their prison speak, refuse to make wishes on the star on the sheriff’s chest. I started wishing on the stars in the sky instead. I said to the sun, “Tell me about the big bang.” The sun said, “It hurts to become.” I carry that hurt on the tip of my tongue.
«When they bring the children to my funeral
to scream faggot at my dust
I was born in to their casket
but I wouldn’t pull the splinters from my heart
any more than Christ
would’ve pulled the thorns from his crimson head»