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thepoison-thecure

YOU must fix your heart (noone else can do it for you, it has to be you)

you MUST fix your heart (there is no other option, you cant carry on like this)

you must FIX your heart (the joy and light is already inside you, it's just wounded)

you must fix YOUR heart (enough, look after yourself like you do others)

you must fix your HEART (get right to the core of yourself, thats what needs care)

thuesdaynightdykelife

If you're ever feeling like the jingle of the keys on your carabiner is too loud, like you need to tuck it away in your pocket, tell me - would you rid a cat of its meow? A dog of its bark? No? Well, there you go! Let the call of the dyke jingle for all to hear!

amemcake

You’ll never catch a dyke being all bark and no bite 🖤

sweetieboydyke

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crreature

Catherine Opie’s Dyke Deck (1995). Couples are Hearts; Jocks are Clubs; Femmes are Diamonds; Butches are Spades.

oneterabyteofkilobyteage

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archived on 2009-04-27 11:12:43

rozzed

why not have the reader re-read a sentence now and then? it won't hurt him....

wholeheartedsuggestions

what they don’t tell you is that it’s okay to be totally lost and not know what you want to do or not know how you feel or not have anything figured out. it truly is a one day at a time kinda life.

blxxdlxver

you look good with blood on you what are your pronouns

lgbtqiatext

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gerardwaysbob

new *old* mcr singing it's not a fashion statement it's a deathwish pre-revenge (x,x)

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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