Gavi

| He/Him | pro-recovery | DMs always open | love and support kink | INTP | really just a huge experiement to see if all my interests can share a blog without killing each other |

[radiation]

Extremely funny forever how “pee is stored in the balls” got turned into wholesome shit like “love is stored in the cat” or whatever. Like do you guys even realize. The balls

[sparkpuplikesdrawing]

If you are living right now in 2023 and are still a big fan of LOTR please reblog bro where are my fellow Tolkienites (Tolkieneers?)

[sverdgeir]

2024 anyone?

[powerburial]

what am I supposed to do in a club. I go in them often but never know what to do, it ends up being extremely confusing. What do people do in them??

you may not have the clubber's temperament. perhaps your place is on the battlefield

[itsjustgavi]

now that Percy Jackson is back I just want everyone to remember the Percy Jackson Broadway Musical! it's literally so iconic you all need to listen to it

[mistermaxwellboucherdieasilived]

Some skinny pretty white girl needs to post a tiktok like "Come with me to get a library card 💞💞" and record herself going to the library and filling out the application and etc and it needs to go viral so people start going to the library

[penny-anna]

jugs

[itsjustgavi]

porn is back on tumblr right? asking more for site health then personal interest

[serial-unaliver-deactivated2024]

having gay sex is like the least problematic thing that has happened in that US senate hearing room

[geeses]

[faustandfurious]

The inherent homoeroticism of killing your enemy and immediately regretting it

[faustandfurious]

It’s about rage, it’s about obsession, it’s about making that two-person war your entire raison d’être. It’s about loving and mistaking it for hatred and loving and loving and loving to the point of destruction. His or yours, it doesn’t matter. And you think seeing him dead at your feet will make you feel better, but all you feel is a whole lot of nothing.

[snailsnfriends]

at the very end of fleabag, once the priest leaves, fleabag tells us to not follow her. she is no longer seeking love from anyone, and no one is seeking her body anymore. she doesn't need to speak to the audience because she's not performing anymore. she's not pretending that she uses regular tampons, not pretending that she truly enjoys the sex she has with others, not pretending that she likes people in the hopes that they'll give her literally anything in return. she has the love she needs from her sister, her father, the priest. even if they don't show it well, even if they're cold, even if they're not present in her life anymore, she still got the love she needed from them. now, she can move forward, without the camera on her all the time.

[skipppppy]

This recent trend in media I love is starting to become uncanny

[itsjustgavi]

Regardless of if the experience of humanity is the dirt or the stars, we must bring our past with us, because otherwise we will lose those who brought us here

[rosecoloredknight]

“Then you realize, it’s not the one who moves you the ground beneath you, but the one who centers you. It’s not the one who steals your heart, but the one who makes you feel as if you have it back.”

– Pablo Neruda

[apoemaday]

Quarantine

by Eavan Boland

In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people a man set out from the workhouse with his wife. He was walking—they were both walking—north.

She was sick with famine fever and could not keep up. He lifted her and put her on his back. He walked like that west and west and north. Until at nightfall under freezing stars they arrived.

In the morning they were both found dead. Of cold. Of hunger. Of the toxins of a whole history. But her feet were held against his breastbone. The last heat of his flesh was his last gift to her.

Let no love poem ever come to this threshold. There is no place here for the inexact praise of the easy graces and sensuality of the body. There is only time for this merciless inventory:

Their death together in the winter of 1847. Also what they suffered. How they lived. And what there is between a man and woman. And in which darkness it can best be proved.

[itsjustgavi]

‘what you have seen is beyond speech, beyond song, only not beyond love;

“The Journey”, in Collected poems. Eavan Boland 

[itsjustgavi]

reeling at the recent fundamentalist reading that "trying to be to perfect is an affront to God" like... is not the whole human project to move continuously closer to God????? Is not the daily work to follow the example jesus set literally the whole point??? of him being human???????