Teenage Lobotomy λ


I'm Melina. I was born and raised in a desert called New Mexico.
Moho grrrl


Go ahead, punk. Makemyday.   Here's lookin' at you, kid.

Today ruled. I got to hear the shrieks of a bat colony while hanging out with my favorite high school teacher and I have endangered wolf blood on my hands

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You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood. Junot Diaz (via eunoira)

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Tired of dicks and hairy asses?
Drop your boys, pick up your lasses
Toast to those who boast
of mixing milk and cookies
with a little nookie
Smith, they like ‘em butch and thirty
We prefer them down and dirty
Pick a chick and kick 
your roommate out tonight
The clothes are on the bedroom floor
I’d rather be a dyke once more
We’re here, bring on the queer
Here’s a toast to old MHC!
Let’s play.

MHC Queer Song by M&Cs 

I miss being surrounded by queers, feminists, and A Capella.


and queer feminist A Capella. 

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steffalopod:

give a man a compliment, he is validated for a day. teach a man to fish for compliments, he is validated forever

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excerpts from my zine for my Hampshire class final that I only partially finished

Anyway, it was going to be about influential lesbians/uncommon women I met last semester, the insightful messages I got from them, what their words and presence meant to me, and then tie that back to queer culture in the Valley.