Maxwell. Nineteen. Pansexual. Single. Transgender FTM. Injecting testosterone since February 21, 2014. Any poetry or words you may read will most likely be about a girl. Everything else tickles my fancy.
“I think we are a band that goes with the flow. Our only real aspirations and to be as good as we can be. We just kind of write whatever ways we can get. Yeah, for us, we already achieved more than we ever, ever, ever thought we could achieve. And we’re very thankful for that. We just want to play music for our fans, sing together and have fun — for as long we could possibly be doing that.” - Taylor York
today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.