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trans guy 23y 🏳️‍⚧️ belchior aspiring poet

[koinophobias]

I think I’m running from time

and all the verbs that follow it.

suddenly, I almost, almost can’t feel it passing.

and suddenly, it almost, almost runs me over—

from one heartbeat to the next.

[moonbeampixels]

Cozy town 🏘️

Timelapse below:

[mirethos]

[minimalistquotes]

When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.

[goth-queen]

[fat-von-d]

pinky promise? 🥺

[mournfulroses]

Maggie Smith, from a poem titled "Now They’re Saying Isolation Atrophies the Brain," featured in A Suit or a Suitcase: Poems

[inkpressedpetals]

[poppiesandpromises]

I wondered at the fear

How my feet never followed

A concrete nemesis

The body still knows

Pink kiss of pain remembered

Scars in the moonlight

The wounds continue

Skin a night-speckled canvas

I still love the stars

[remanence-of-love]

[maggotmuncher0]

sketches in my tiny sketchbook

[poemwav]

Courtney Kampa (1987-2022)

From her book A BRIGHT AND BORROWED LIGHT

[autistobrat]

if you think about it beatbox is a sound made purely with human mouth so technically there is no evidence that the medieval peasants did not beatbox

[theoptia]

Clarice Lispector, from A Breath of Life

[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]

[arseholism]

You are prone to disappearing

And I’m prone to letting go

You take your chance to run away

And I hold open the door

You’re apparently complicated

And I’m just a simple man

You ask me if you can leave me broken

Yes, of course you can

You are victim to your anxieties

You lack impulse control

I am the calm before your storm

A toy to soothe your tormented soul

You’re apparently just damaged

And I’m healed and I am fine

You ask me if you can run away from me

Yes, of course, you do it all the time

You are a slave to your obsessions

You live inside your own brain

I am helplessly in love with you

And with your love comes a world of pain

But apparently you love me too

And that’s why you always return

Then set fire to my weary heart

And watch me squirm, watch me burn

You are the madness to my sanity

I am the tether that holds you in place

You rebel against your own vanity

And I will love you till the end of days

We will play this game of hide and seek

I’ll watch you come back time after time

Because you can try to find love anywhere

You know you’ll never find a love like mine.

[traveledlight]

The Sound of Color

I got lost in the color of a sound—

something sweet, something almost like music,

quiet as rain in the background of my days.

But it doesn’t stay like that anymore.

Now it’s just the quiet

between what was

and what I keep reaching for—

I still find myself

looking for the rainbow

like it didn’t disappear on purpose.