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hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
A 19th Century Gentleman’s Jabot
if you don’t translate pius as duty-bound then like………… you don’t Get It
fate is REAL but also TERRIBLE!!!!!!
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
This Pride don’t forget your brothers and sisters fighting for their rights all over the world.
“I clutch, all language vanished from my mind. We knock each other over in a violent embrace.”
— Anne Carson, from “The Fall Of Rome: A Traveller’s Guide” (via words-and-coffee)
““Caw, caw!” A huge black crow circled above me in the air and landed on a rock nearby. We looked at each other in silence. “Crow, are you a boy or a girl?” “Caw, caw!” I laughed and rolled over on my back. The sky was crayon blue. I pretended I was lying on the cotton white clouds. The earth was damp against my back. The sun was hot, the breeze was cool. I felt happy. Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.”
— Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues p17