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𝟏𝟏𝟏 22 • they/them

[752winters]

things i’m into right now

making my second album

kissing

la roux

the 1975 (and my ongoing reevaluation of matty healy’s lyrical prowess)

cheap beer

creative direction

free food from my job

vlogging

my friends

tag directory

[752winters]

there’s a me-shaped hole

a misshapen socket

there’s a meltdown waiting to happen for old keys and a silver locket

there’s a big light on

too high to knock it off

pacifier

there’s a corner store and i know they’ve got it

there’s an echo over there

an exclamation mark at the end of the question

where’d i put the extra?

who sold it to me? maybe they’re teaching me a lesson

i transact in paper

interact and savor

soft noise and behavior

meet me at the halfway mark

i avoid conjecture

i could use a lecture

all fours in the shower

text me back it’s been less than an hour

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere"

[752winters]

tumblr heard it first: i have a single coming out on april 19th

follow if u love imogen heap’s 2005 hit song “hide and seek” #vocoder

[752winters]

i’ll be the ink, i’ll be the pen, i’ll be the paper

i’ll be the wax, the candle stick, the light, and the stamp

the envelope, the pigeon with the letter between my teeth

before i’ll be the writer

[aridante]

Mahmoud Darwish (trans. Mohammad Shaheen), Like a Hand Tattoo in an Ode by an Ancient Arab Poet

[752winters]

to evaporate

to be held within tufts of air and dust

nurtured by the ripe candescence of sun

lulled to soft slumber by way of its repose

nothing and nobody else

for there is not one body in sight or sense

to enter unscathed and oblivious

to linger atop deserts, plains, fields, monuments, and mountains

to be without the eyes to see them or the ears to hear their plight

to be a mere particle

to be a fragment of a much larger form

and to have no idea

to have nothing and be nothing

to travel across the atmosphere with no legs to grow weary

to be the barest form of liquid

until the next time it rains

and to precipitate from whence i came

plummet gracefully, forcefully, and purposefully back down to the earth

nourishing its particles, its plants, its people

painting a terracotta pot crimson, maybe

dripping down its side and onto the grass

spreading thinner as i reemerge into this thing

this thing i wished so desperately to flee

this thing i hoped would entangle me into its roots and swallow me whole

only to sprout anew, remember my first name,

and take to my usual walking route

but with the light of the stars in the back of my mind

the warmth of the sun on the tip of my nose

and the memory of non-existence

as if it could ever be obtained

this is what i wish

i do not wish to be gone

i wish to volatilize

and reconvene with the notion that i did not bud out from this planet without purpose to serve

and that i was hand plucked from the clouds

to return home

and to stay

[wiiwheel]

1 thing about me I'm gonna be a sweetie

[melisaaaaaa-deactivated20240527]

Can I hear a second thing about you

[wiiwheel]

2 thing about me I'm a nasty sicko man

[752winters]

if you found me through my old blog hello hi <33 thx for being here <33 also i can’t explain why the links in my bio are fucked up (if they even are. i have no idea what it looks like to other people idk) swag <3333

[thunderstruck9]

Gustaf Fjaestad (Swedish, 1868-1948), Winter Landscape, 1925. Oil on canvas, 94 x 103 cm.

[zapruderfilms]

next year all our troubles will be out of sight

[752winters]

contending with religion in a mini van

settling a score with a coke can

flying into philly in the AM

greet him at the gate when you get in

[ortut]

Lauhanvuori National Park, Kauhajoki, Finland

[memorycycle]

you transgender?

who isnt!

[noelle-ism]

who isnt!

[polyampocketpussy]

who isnt!

[clair0se]

who inst!

[corrach-deactivated20251201]

who isnt!

[skittybot]

who isnt!

[doggirl-girldick]

who isnt!

[catgirlcumguzzler]

Who isn't!

[hoe-chi-mihn]

Who isn't!

[punkish-elf]

who isnt!

[powerfulblob-deactivated2025020]

who isn’t!

[7kqe3j9fzdwm-deactivated2025110]

who isn't!

[orphredhair]

who isn't!

[blakistan]

who isn't!

[752winters]

she’s a byproduct of me

when you’re around she sits and stays

a tick or flea

some sort of stomach bug

she eats me up and puts me down

she seeps through pores and knows no bounds

and once i think i’ve finally found a cure

i lay unsure

[spilled-ink-n-blood]

i constantly keep thinking about that scene in fleabag where fleabag says “nobody’s asked me a question in 45 minutes” and when it cuts back to the dinner the priest asks her a question. to be seen like that. wanting to be heard. i’ve been waiting for a moment like that my entire life and i still haven’t gotten it.

[0fficelady]