dance yrself clean

dev / 27 / they / genderqueer / pan / dirty commie

[birdcagewalk]

[peacozy]

[julieterbang]

_j.august

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Kraina Grzybów Mushwomb

[andsalttheearthbehindyou]

mia goth in prada for cultured magazine february 2023, photographed by rachel fleminger hudson

[homoidiotic]

from TranSexPress Zine 1996 UK

[ioannesjaeger]

By Antonio Frasconi, from a hand-printed book.

[seiitchi]

[florealegiardini]

🌿☀️Early Morning sun in St. Dunstan I’m the east church ruins. London.🌿☀️ ~ Lundonlens

[vintagehomecollection]

Country Home Collection, 1992

[johnluskhathaway]

coming and going

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[homoidiotic]

some of yall don't deserve trans history because u immediately try and skew it to mean something it didn't and be something bad. and it demonstrates not only poor reading ability but a bitter pessimistic mind towards ur community. if this is you maybe consider not bringing ur massive stinking turd vibes around me im off my meds

[alukewarmsurprise]

hey friends are u still there? my old mutuals circa 2015? do u remember my cringe name?

here i am in the land where gender doesnt exist & nor should americA

[twixnmix]

Jean-Michel Basquiat working on an untitled painting in 1986.

[larrycarlson]

[inkipri]

little by little i will save my life and the rot in my stomach will swell into something sweet and it’ll sit on my tongue and i will think to myself how silly it is to wallow when there is a sun that shines and hands that reach for other hands. little by little i will remember every vessel in me bears the promise that most sweet things shall stay alive for as long as i live alongside them. little by little i will leave my head for the real world and i will fearlessly dangle my feet on tall grass and without hesitance reach for a star knowing with absolute certainty that i can never hold it close or call it mine and that it’ll never love me back or yearn for me half as much. so here we are, me and my hope, and our only means of staying tethered together which is through the little by the little. little by little i will save my life not as some monumental course-altering endeavour of bigness and bravery and prettyness like in the poems… but by simply putting my life in warm clothes.