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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

Source: amberwithan_a

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Trying to prove a point to my transphobic parents

Reblog if trans men are REAL, VALID AND HANDSOME MEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

Reblog if trans women are REAL, VALID, AND BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

And finally, because it's a part of my argument for this point, and also because they are,

Reblog if nonbinary and genderqueer people in general, are REAL, VALID, AND GORGEOUS PEOPLE, NO MATTER HOW THEY PASS

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whats your all time favorite book? you may give me other recs too if you'd likee! 💗

I don't have an all time favourite because different books have made me lose my mind in different ways <3 but I CAN give you a breakdown based on some of my own personal categories:

Books I Would Take Into a Bunker For 9 Months (aka Absolutely No One Talk to Me)

The Brothers Karamazov, Dostoevsky

Ich und Du, Martin Buber

The Waves, Virginia Woolf

The Snake, Stig Dagerman

The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays, Albert Camus

The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy

An Inventory of Losses, Judith Schalansky

Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison

We, Yevgeny Zamyatin

Books That Did That™️

Secondhand-Time, Svetlana Alexievich

We Love Glenda So Much & Other Tales, Julio Cortázar

The Memory Police, Yoko Ogawa

At Swim-Two-Birds, Flann O'Brien

Deaf Republic, Ilya Kaminsky

Tess of the d'Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy

A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Mattawa

The Chaos Walking Trilogy, Patrick Ness

Ways of Seeing, John Berger

German Autumn, Stig Dagerman

A Lover's Discourse: Fragments, Roland Barthes

A Girl Is A Half-Formed Thing, Eimear McBride

Night Watch, Terry Pratchett

Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte

Women in Love, D.H. Lawrence

Bluets, Maggie Nelson

Antigone, Jean Anouilh

They: A Sequence of Unease, Kay Dick

A Doll's House, Henrik Ibsen

The Condemned, Stig Dagerman

Books That If I Could Erase My Memory and Read Again for the First Time I Would 100% Erase My Memory and Read Again for the First Time

The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy

Água Viva, Clarice Lispector

The Bloody Chamber & Other Stories, Angela Carter

A Moth to a Flame, Stig Dagerman

Paris, When It's Naked, Etel Adnan

Without an Alphabet, Without a Face, Saadi Youssef

A Field Guide to Getting Lost, Rebecca Solnit

One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Marquez

View with a Grain of Sand, Wislawa Szymborska

Possession, A.S. Byatt

Four Bare Legs in a Bed: Stories, Helen Simpson

The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera

Not to Read: Essays, Alejandro Zambra

The Princess Bride, William Goldman