my stuff I guess

[573p5]

On the road from Yerevan to Tbilisi, May 2023

[michaelnordeman]

Bumblebee/humla. Värmland, Sweden (May 17, 2020).

[tea-with-mrs-mourning-dove]

[academia-lucifer]

@academia-lucifer

[sarahseeandersen]

[zoopop80]

Los Angeles, California

22/07/1991

Photo by Chris Cuffaro

[metamorphesque]

― E.M. Forster, Howards End

[text ID: The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.]

[derangedrhythms]

November, slaughter month, the month of blood.

Rebecca Perry, Beauty/Beauty; from 'The Year I Was Born: the day by day chronicle of events in the year of your birth'

[touchdisky-deactivated20200106]

[darkhist]

glow blog

[rai-r]

[destroymylife]

[decision]

[obsidian-hollow-archives]

"homosexuality is unnatural! there's only two genders! it's a sin-"

I'm sorry, have you seen NATURE???

and there's so many more species than this that exhibit homosexuality, varying genders, etc. SO! MANY!

it's very much a natural thing. it always has been. unfortunately, while homosexuality is found in many species, homophobia is only found in one

ALSO THE ARTIST IS HUMON, FIND THEM AT HUMONCOMICS.COM!! was so sure I had included that but apparently I forgot, so sorry!

[important-animal-images]

[love-personal]

[mermaidenmystic]

photographer Mac Calarco, taken with a Canon T3i Rebel camera

[inkskinned]

i didn't love the town yet, when i moved here, because i am not quick to trust a home. when i was thinking about kissing you, all the mist started gathering at the edges of the tarmac, licking over the changing leaves. trees remember sunlight and when their leaves drop i think we are watching the memories flake off underfoot.

i didn't love the town, but you had a soft voice when you asked are you settling in good? and i thought about my hands in your hair and the length of your eyelashes and how when you smile there's a wildness to it - almost like you're constantly surprised by how good joy is, like it is new to you each time.

is it a town once it holds memories, or is it a book. hands and hunger and the long soft night whispering go on now. go under.