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Fighting hate by being an openly queer hedonist

Will you be the fig to my pomegranate?

Your boots will wear out, eventually. They always do. Replace them, but don’t forget them. Give them a soft goodbye. They carried you far, after all

nixscriptum

the lover’s almanac : part one.

nixscriptum

the lovers almanac : part two

crittizen

this is a poem

wa-u-moved

i couldn’t not draw this

someonesfavoriteworstnightmare

the rat poem is too powerful that’s why they don’t talk about it

aqwult

one must imagine sisyphus locking in

socratezeuxis

American painter Jacob Collins, b. 1964.

(via Jacob Collins. Американский караваджо: pasha_popolam — LiveJournal)

mrrrow-rio

Web weave on breaking up.

valtsv

self destruction really is such a fascinating human response to various factors both external and internal. what if sisyphus could leave at any time but kept rolling the boulder up the hill just to watch it roll back down anyway. what if he kept pushing it even as the rock cut into his palms and his legs began to ache with the desire to rest for even a moment and his body became a canvas of bruises and cuts that never have time to heal. what if he did it because it's the only thing he knows how to do. the only thing that gives him a sense of certainty and control in a world that takes both and offers neither.

valtsv

& needless to say this trait is a lot more fun to observe in fiction than it is in you. or your mother.