you want a better story. who wouldn't?

pretty things, poetry, movies, whatever / TERFS DNI

[mournfulroses]

Emily Dickinson, from her poem titled "1188," featured in The Emergency Poet

[liminal-x-wave]

[sobcat]

[snow-nose]

ID: digital art showing the inside of a house. there is a cuckoo clock above the door. the door is open and there is a blue sky and greenery outside. writing says, in all caps, "it's time to leave" and "23rd march" end ID

[vintage-tigre]

[thevisualvamp]

In spite of the odds

[thehlymthr]

signs and warnings

[havingapoemwithyou]

eight p.m. by Matthew Dickman

[sweet-but-cynical]

[mattstetsmis]

Just before a huge thunderstorm. Practicing composition at f11

[lamignonette]

[morallyambiguous]

most beautiful tweet in the world

[bunjywunjy]

occasionally I am struck dumb by the sublime beauty of the world in the small moments, you know?

egg

[wraether]

i drew it

[monstrousregiment2-deactivated2]

hey I hope you dont mind I also painted your egg

[kiunlo]

i also painted the egg hope that's ok

[yellow-cat]

i heard we were painting egg?

[rhube]

I love how this shows how real artists drawing a thing aren't just representing the thing, but showing you what THEY found beautiful in it.

[geodethecrow]

hope I'm not too late to paint egg! watercolors :)

[pipsqueaks-human-errors]

i too have drawn the egg

[sketchyelvenasss]

[kamil-a]

heres my egg

[queen-susans-revenge]

Love every single one of these eggs. No yeah of course it's still okay to write your vampire story or whatever, even if a thousand people have done it before you. Your art will still be uniquely yours and people will find something fresh in your perspective. Paint your egg.

[toothmarqed]

[sillywormz]

i went to "mad at me" island expecting to find people i knew, something i understood. but when my boat landed, standing upon the shore were a million empty husks wearing my own face. every foot of the island was occupied, and everywhere i went, they watched me with contempt. they never spoke, never breathed. they simply watched. no matter how i grovelled and begged, snarled and cursed, tried to hide or kicked and hit, they simply stared. the hatred in their gaze was inescapable, but i could hardly return it, knowing that their doomed existence was of my own creation. knowing that the hatred was nobody's but my own. in the end i just wept, unable to stand the relentless gaze of my own infinite glare.

the guy who i accidentally cut off in traffic last week was there also

[gorgynei]

trust us bro.

[warmbrightedits]

Southern Comfort (2001)

A beautiful scene featuring transgender man Robert Eades and his transgender girlfriend Lola.

[vulpeculavolans]

[TRANSCRIPT:

Robert: – and now she’s coming out, full blown… she is something else.

Lola: Oh, please, stop it.

Robert: What? I’m just telling her how wonderful you are, and how beautiful, and how organised, and…

Lola: Actually, you know, I really should put all of this on tape, you know? For when I’m not feeling so great.

Robert: Sweetheart, it is on tape. 

[BOTH LAUGH]

Robert: Just in the last couple of months now, it’s come on real strong, but she just really blushes! I can get her to blush all the way from head to toe. See? And she can’t deal with it! She’s never blushed like that before!

Lola: [SIGHS]

[BOTH LAUGH]

Robert: All my life, I’ve been looking for the perfect woman… and all this time, she’s been right there in front of me, and I didn’t even realise it, ‘cause I never thought I’d have a chance with her.

Lola: Why? You’re like… completely loveable.

Robert: To be loved by you, that’s… that’s…

Lola: I had no notion, to think that we would have this little fling.

Robert: That’s what I feel - we have this nice friendship, we can’t go out, we have fun together, we got no entanglements and stuff and then - bam! Just… all of a sudden, next thing I know, we’re in love with each other and we can’t stop it.

END TRANSCRIPT]

[comradecobalt]

For the people who haven’t seen Southern Comfort, I highly recommend it. It’s a beautiful exploration of trans life, love, and community in the early 2000s.

[comradecobalt]

[the-amber-droid-dreams]

[ID1: Remembering Robert, by Maxwell Anderson

For years, Robert and I shared with each other. I attended his wedding, he helped me through my divorce. He teased me about being a leprechaun-I’m Irish. Go figure! I teased him about his cowboy hat and boots; it added to his country charm. More like blarney!

We were the best of friends; even closer than that, we were brothers. We were family in every sense of the word. We fought–don’t all brothers?. We competed with each other, but always in the sense of pushing the other to do more, to be better. It was never a vicious or serious competition between us. We wanted different things out of life. We had different goals for our futures. We drank together, partied together, broke bread together. He was very much a part of my life. His absence now leaves a great hole I will feel until we meet again on the other side.

Robert’s illness wasn’t a surprise, but his death was, From the day we met, Robert was il–

ID 2: He had sustained a disabling back injury many years earlier, in West Virginia. He walked with & cane as the result of that injury, and occasionally spent the day in his wheelchair.

Robert may have had a good heart, but he had a stubborn soul. Doctors’ visits were only for renewals of his medication. He didn’t have a lot of respect for the profession, and went to the doctor only when he absolutely had to. This stubborn streak cost him in the long run, being diagnosed so late in the stages of cancer. Believe me, for a long time, there were signs something was wrong. He would cough up blood or have blood in his stool, but he would shrug if off. I’d harp at him, and he’d say not to worry. That was his answer a lot: “Not to worry, bro!” END ID]

[waterwitchings]

my most cursed but favorite photo that I wanted to share. where we go camping, it's untouched for over half the year - it's a lodge powered by propane and has no running water. whoever last stayed there left an oven mitt on the table and mold merged them together. we peeled it away and couldn't stop laughing about how it looked like it was raptured away.

[julykings]

i would like to hold on to everything