Mieux Que Vous

I'm Tay. I live in NY. Non-Binary (They/Them). Queer. Disabled. Beautiful! Let's look at the clouds together.

[jesuspuffs]

we broke up last month

[naturalsceneries]

[just--space]

[kitsunekasaii]

Jupiter’s moon, Callisto.

[something-in-the-way-she-knows]

is no one going to explain what all the lights are

[wardens-oath]

they’re impact craters! callisto is one of the most heavily cratered object in the solar system, and as far as my very basic research has just gone, the light parts are essentially iced over impact craters

so, essentially, we’re looking at something with a very frosty/icy surface. they’re bright because they reflect the sun!

[blossomfully]

But you loved her? Yes. And she loved you? Yes. Then why did it end? Because love and compatibility are not always the same thing.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #277  (via blossomfully)

[pinfire]

[destinydiamante-deactivated2022]

[conversationswithstars]

[federalbureauofislam]

wow.. i just realised that i deserve like a lot of love

[best-of-imgur]

[wifeacrossthesea]

this will never not be funny

[acoolguy]

secret good ending

[coltre]

[pinkwinged-deactivated20230125]

[blossomfully]

“I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132 (via blossomfully)

[gloriouspraises-deactivated2015]

[magrittee-deactivated20190104]

Frida Kahlo - Las Dos Fridas (detail), 1939

[nirvanasoul785]

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