“(…)I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.”
-E.M. Forster, Maurice

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“(…)I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.”
-E.M. Forster, Maurice
something so healing about queer love
laying in bed at 12am listening to music and just wanting to be held by a pretty boy while i fall asleep :/ oh well, ik he will come one day :)
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There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.
Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
the humanity of the AIDS crisis: the ward by gideon mendel
colorized by me
Never forget 🏳️🌈😔
OP you did a beautiful job colourising these shots
Notice how OP says “colorized?”
I want to remind you this was the eighties. THE EIGHTIES. Color cameras existed. Color VIDEO CAMERAS existed.
Someone put these in black and white to make them seem long ago and far away.
OP is returning them to their proper place in history: ONLY TWO GENERATIONS AGO.
that’s not fair to gideon mendel, the photographer who took those photos in 1993. he took them in black-and-white even though color cameras were available, yes, but not to “make them seem long ago and far away”. he was photographing in black-and-white so they would be taken seriously.
mendel is still documenting and lifting up the voices of people who live with hiv/aids in the project “through positive eyes”.
if mendel hadn’t taken these photographs, we wouldn’t have a record of these patients and the ends of their lives at all. it was extremely unusual for aids wards to let photographers in, and the patients took a risk in letting mendel photograph them and their loved ones.
rest in peace, andré, steven, and john.
Clifford Prince King
It's important to slap your partner on the ass and say good game after sex. Sportsmanship is a dying virtue.
gd is a fcuking gnome
i miss you so much darling. i wish you were laying on my chest tapping the beat of my heart on on my shoulder. it makes me feel like we’re the only two alive.
i want to do laundry with him cook breakfast fold clothes i just want to spend time with him help him with projects make him grab things off of shelves i cant reach harass the cats together watch him play video games i dont understand listen to him explain things i will never fully grasp but will try my hardest to understand because i want him to know i care
i have nvr been more content watching someone sleep until i met you. your little snores and groans when u roll over.. the way you grab me and pull me closer, burying yr face in my chest or shoulder and sighing. i nvr knew someone literally drooling on me could make me fall i love with them, but here we are. /r
imagine your boy comes home from a long day and he's so exhausted from work, and you meet him at the door and he just slumps forward in your arms and you hold him and tell him it's alright. you take him to your bedroom, turn the lights low, let him pick the music and just cuddle him any way he asks. kiss their face and tell them how much you love them, they're ok, you're here. make them feel safe until they feel better.
hair dying dates are so underrated. let’s dye eachother’s hair and match hair colors. you’re sitting on the bathroom sink and i’m standing between your legs while we wait for the dye to set in. everything is dyed, including the sink but we are so lost in eachother that we don’t even care.
not to be gay but he’s fucking gorgeous
how am i supposed to go to college when i'm yearning. i can't work in these conditions
you’re such an idiot. i will literally kiss you on the mouth.