cold is just heat leaving the body

[emperor-of-roses]

reblog to support these gay bees

[septembriseur-deactivated202502]

#i believe you mean the gay club has installed a second smaller gay club#for the gay bees (@fursasaida)

[te5seract]

Coyhaique, Chile & Freeman Lake, Idaho by Justin Mullet

[the-perfect-aesthetic]

[wholesome-suggestion]

you’ve got a whole life ahead of you. i cannot count on my fingers how many times you are going to look up at the sunset and smile, feeling oh, so warm. there are days when you are going to feel so unconditionally loved in the presence of people you deserve and who deserve you. you are going to be recklessly loved and hopeful. you’ve got days of peace ahead of you, there will be good things. but please realize there will be tears. there will be confusion and fear. you may even be experiencing some of that darkness now. this darkness, which inevitably will appear, is not a sign that your life is bad. this darkness is just an obstacle. it’s something that tries to turn your eyes away from the bright days to be had. keep your eyes towards the sky, keep your heart towards the love. keep going, better days are ahead.

[love]

The Tree of Life (2011) dir. Terrence Malick

[crescentbeing]

[anxietyproblem]

[i-want-spankings-deactivated201]

[i-want-spankings-deactivated201]

This is possibly the coolest video I’ve ever taken.

[mygirlsaremollymarylucy]

wow I love this!!

[pissed-wav]

This is so good for my anxiety

[bloomflowersbloom]

[strangehunger]

me flirting irl

[blazeberg]

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[cutpriceguignol-deactivated2022]

[animedads-deactivated20210108]

they call me… 7 Knives. because that’s how many knives it takes me to cook things because I keep puttin em in the fuckin sink without thinking about it

[melodyandviolence]

Alhambra Palace, Spain by  Yulia Podol'skaya

[weltenwellen]

“I need you to know that it gets better. I need you to know that the way you flay your heart open for the world is brave, that the way in which you refuse to be anything but soft, even when you feel like you may just break under the weight of feeling, is why you are needed here. I need you to know that beautiful things are vanishing each day, and I am proud of you for fighting to ensure that your soul is not one of them. You need to keep fighting. I need you to know that you will find the places that leave every tender part of you feeling calm and at peace with who you are. You will find the places that inspire everything inside of you to surge and ache with the hope and the beauty of being alive. These places, they are not where you were born, but they will be where you are reborn. You will know when you have found them. My god, will you know. I need you to know that there are others like you in this world; others who are messy hearted, others who feel things intensely, and without hesitation, others who cannot contain all that they hold within the worlds of their mind because they have only ever known how to pour, how to shatter, how to give and give and give. I need you to know that you will find these people, and they will become your family — you will take care of each other. You will grow together, in the moments between breaths, in the stunning silence that blankets your souls when you connect with the fact that in a world of billions, in the middle of all this noise, you found each other. But most of all, I need you to know that we are all here, together, dealing with what is dark and light within us. I need you to know that you aren’t alone. I need you to know that you are going to survive this. I need you to know that one day, you’re going to be sitting in a place you love, surrounded by people who inspire you, and you’re going to think back to the storms, and the hurricanes that rattled through your bones, and you are going to smile. The clarity will wash over you. You will be free. You will be free.”

— Bianca Sparacino, I Need You To Know That It Gets Better

[inkskinned]

a secret code between women: are you safe? in a contact of eyes. i’m here if you need me, the littlest shift of a skirt, of an inclined head, of watching the man who is asking you to smile, bitch. you aren’t alone on the walls of restrooms, i was where you are too. the quiet doling of emergency numbers, the shelters. the space between two women in a largely empty train station. the waiting game of two women strangers who walk, quietly and quickly, to their cars in abandoned parking lots, who watch to be sure the other leaves safely. text me you get home safe. the tally marks of drinks on hidden wrists, carefully disguised as other things ever since men picked up on what it meant and used it to target the “weakest link.” 

my father tells me we have nothing to worry about. last night he sent me one of those email chains that say at the top “Safety Tips For The Women In Your Life!!!! Don’t Let Her Die!!” 

me, and the stranger on the train. she is asleep and the man is asking me who i am going home to. i feel tears pricking the sides of my eyes. i am 13 while he towers over me. he reaches out one hand, and while i don’t know how she knows, she speaks up without opening her eyes: “If you touch my daughter, sir, I will murder you.” Whatever he grumbles is lost in history, because this moment I am so grateful for the existence of other people that I cannot breathe.

I am 19 and on my phone when i become aware of a 13 year old girl is smiling nervously at a man who’s saying disgusting things. I grab her arm. “There you are, cindy,” I say, and then look at the man like he is bile. “Do you need something from my sister?” i ask, and i walk away with her. she cries later.

this is the way of things: a silent, secret web. our promise to each other that despite our differences, when it comes to the wire, we become family, instantly. the unspoken promise. i’m here. i’m watching. i’ll witness.