"I say I'm done with religion but still find myself praying when I cry" religion + queerness
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you guys seem to prefer my happy ww but I'm depressed so you'll simply have to cope my bad

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"I say I'm done with religion but still find myself praying when I cry" religion + queerness
Silas denver melvin
X
Anne sexton
Ashandabstraction
Anne carson
you guys seem to prefer my happy ww but I'm depressed so you'll simply have to cope my bad
we know you will
I am a friend to all cats. Yes even the mean ones. They have their reasons.
Chris Abani, from "Fragrance", 3 poems pub. Air Light Magazine [transcript in ALT]
an immortal who is covered in jewlery and trinkets and you think its because theyre materalistic but actually every little object is from someone they have deeply loved and refuse to forget
Cut off your dead ends for growth and Iām not just talking about your hair
āEveryone wishes to be loved, but in the event, nearly no one can bear it. Everyone desires love but also finds it impossible to believe that he deserves it.ā
ā James Baldwin, Tell Me How Long the Trainās Been Gone
Jeremy Radin, from āBelovedā
do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time
Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
natalie wee, our bodies & other fine machines
sam sax, hydrophobia
my mom didnāt believe in lying to children so when I first asked about santa claus as a small child she was like āoh santa claus is another name for a man named saint nicholas who lived a long time ago. he was a very kind and generous man and he loved giving people presents and he would do things like put presents in peopleās stockings when they were hung up to dry by the fire, so they would find them and be surprised. so now when we give presents at christmas itās fun to pretend saint nicholas or āsanta clausā brings them. and we hang up stockings by the fire and when we get up in the morning there are presents in them, just like if saint nicholas was still alive to bring them!ā
so that thanksgiving one of my uncles said jovially āso mac, are you being good for santa claus?ā and little (not quite three year old) mac looked up and raised an eyebrow and said witheringly āheās dead.ā
John Steinbeck, East of Eden
what are songs that make u guys ache⦠they donāt even need to be very sad songs, really. just songs that make your heart hurt in its place in your chest
i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here
āI hated men because they didnāt stay around and love me like a father: I could prick holes in them & show they were no father-material. I made them propose and then showed them they hadnāt a chance. I hated men because they didnāt have to suffer like a woman did. They could die or go to Spain. They could have fun while a woman had birth pangs. They could gamble while a woman skimped on the butter on the bread. Men, nasty lousy men.ā - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
āwomen in STEMā what about women in Victorian nightgowns? women in bloodstains? women in creaking old houses, and a state of barely contained homosexual desire?
I was like everything sucks I hate my body and then I talked to my girlfriend and my parents and cooked myself dinner and ate it and had some little beverages. and now there is joy everywhere in the world