saintyre

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"too much thinking makes me ill" - train breaks down.

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— McIntyre (mack-entire) is my name irl but ill go by either that or Saintyre ( sane-tire ) here, I use any pronouns, lesbian, 17, Irish American if it isn't obvious by the name :P, Aquarius, infp-t, I'm a photographer and visual art student irl but I probably won't post my work here for anonymity  https://en.pronouns.page/@saintyre

I speak English, Spanish and basic Russian. I can comprehend most French and Italian but honestly can't speak them.

I’m planning on just making this a personal blog where I can post whatever whenever. So just girlblogging in a sense? But I’m not a girl, so just gender non-conformist blogging. I'm so, so , so interested in making friends here! Just be mindful of my age and boundaries and we’re chill. I'm especially interested in connecting with other lesbian youth… and especially non-cis people because that's something I've been struggling finding a community in, in person. I'm an artist attending art school and I'm super passionate about exploring art in all its forms though fashion, poetry, the human body, literature, nature, All of it. Non-religious, but I align mostly with the fundamentals of transcendentalism.

Please don’t DM: those younger than 15 (sorry! Just a maturity thing no offense)

I will block: sh/ed bloggers, racists, terfs, conservatives/republicans, (  full offense lol )

please don't DM: blank blogs, old men, nsfw-centered blogs 

Interests !! ARCANE! I LOVE I LOVE, ddlc, nature/exploring, perfumery, history, literature, poetry, fanfiction, yellowjackets, creative writing, red dead redemption, all visual art media, photography, fashion, film, cyberpunk, the L word, blue eye samurai, Skyrim … but I absolutely wanna learn about yours !!

ohhhh my gosh... what's this... you should totally check out my Ao3 whattttt......

if you saw this previously posted under another tumblr that was me too! just rebranded because I had a gender crisis and it no longer felt authentic

here's a little. poem I wrote about a predicament I'm in. I never really write poetry but I felt inspired after finishing a particularly. thoughtful work week . I sent this to the person it involves and she absolutely didn't realize what I was trying to communicate sooooo maybe I need to work on my clarity.

critique and feedback is appreciated!

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Swamp Eaters - Saintyre

A gentle breeze felling needles from their nest in the trees.

Something is there to rustle them. Incombustable. quiet as a rodent skittering among the reeds but noticeable to the eye of an ancient overseer

A deep internal agitation festers between my liver and my heart

The troubled water remains on its own. Unaffected but thrashing. Busied in its efforts to capture  the washing cool warmth of the moon between its wrinkles before the sun should rise, a licking, consuming temptress

An itch that shouldn't really be there clings anyway, pulling my knees to the ground tied and my face to the must of the bog.

Despite the strength of the high floor, the sickly green erodes. Aching for a dramatic impact or something else the forest is foreign to but achingly aware of. Stirring the earth and prying at the reeds until the great forest swankily leans into her tide, two basic creatures