Your poets? Dead. Your history? Secret. Your darlings? Killed. You? Probably not straight
almost home
Sade Olutola

Kiana Khansmith
One Nice Bug Per Day
Peter Solarz
DEAR READER
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Monterey Bay Aquarium

oozey mess
d e v o n
will byers stan first human second
wallacepolsom

Discoholic 🪩
NASA
Three Goblin Art

titsay
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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@aziraphalebutdumber
Your poets? Dead. Your history? Secret. Your darlings? Killed. You? Probably not straight
“In my friend, I find a second self.”
c.s. lewis / my best friend by the coral / alivia horsley / @billypotts / hanya yanagihara / ‘after party ll’ salman toor / the kids aren’t alright by fall out boy / a summer’s tale / lorde / hanya yanagihara / abed and troy (community) with a winnie the pooh quote @weelezzer / isabel norton
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Amedeo Modigliani, Reclining Nude, 1917. Oil on canvas.
Amedeo Modigliani, Female Nude Reclining on a White Pillow, 1917. Oil on canvas.
Courtesy Alain Truong
when oscar wilde said "i'm tired of myself tonight, i should like to be someone else' and when sylvia plath said ''i wish i knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart" and when rilke said "this heavy humanness" .
Moo-ving In series by Ethan Harper
— richard siken
if god hates the gays why italy
love will hold us together
“Tonight I can write (The Saddest Lines),” Pablo Neruda / frenchtoastlesbian / Hozier / "seven,” Taylor Swift / Fleabag, Phoebe Waller-Bridge
Sotheby's put Oscar Wilde's questionnaire from 1877 out, which means there's a high quality and readable version of this image out.
yes mom i know my hair looks like a mess. it's a metaphor for my life i'm trying to be poetic.
You're going to Hell for laughing at Prince Philips's death.
im gay fam im going anyway
come lay down next to me and i’ll tell you about all the dogs i saw today and read you my favorite poetry
no YOU live in a society i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door
sometimes it’s just u and ur oversized jacket against the world
eyes in art by gerda wegener 🍂