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You must love yourself first.

[nevermindbluesky]

[bled]

via vsco.co

[inatt]

- inatt, 2019

[rkolun]

[100percentpurelove]

images from Black Cowboys by Andrea Robbins & Max Becher

[prettystuff]

[stokrottka-deactivated20130720]

[oozins]

[timberphoto]

A summer sunset in Montana.

Instagram

[approvers]

[saa-33]

I be like “communication is key ” then ignore everyone

[windstalkerwolf]

coyote restroom attendant

[thottistani-deactivated20220220]

No gay has all 5:

- A job

- Good relationship with father

- Neurotypical brain

- Ability to top

- Driver’s license

[garbage-empress]

this is a fun post because people will say how many they have in the tags then you get to figure out which ones.

[semiotextiana]

im so sexy and fun and fucking doomed

[ullathynell]

Happy Midsummer 🌿

[lifeinpoetry]

I’m learning a lot lately about the visitation rights of a memory, and how it feels to have joint custody of yourself with yourself.

— Rachelle Toarmino, from “Beating & Rotting All At Once,” That Ex

[poems-of-madness]

“I dig myself up from the wet mud. throwing all the love poems out of the window I die with the sunset in my eyes. I ask myself for advice, I betray myself, ungratefully seeking for love in a man, high on disappointment. I do not blossom. I do not grow, I am thirsty. I do not rain on myself anymore. Oh, how our love is compared to a cactus. Dry, with millions of thorns. I have grown through you, I became a peony, I became an orange tree, desirous for love, fruitful and dying with every sunset and sunrise. I dig myself up. and I promise I will incarnate myself into the past. I dig myself up unlovable, unrecognizable, unforgettable. I put my teeth in revenge like it’s an orange. Through its peel, with all the juice dripping on my lips.”

— The Orange Tree by Royla Asghar