Phoebe Bridgers photographed by Olof Grind.

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Phoebe Bridgers photographed by Olof Grind.
Art Deco Cocktail Cabinet
The Original Rainbow Pride Flag (1978) by Gilbert Baker.
Rainy Day Charmander
Dyke arm wrestling, Leeds, May 2026
So much of America is built on isolation and individualism and lack of togetherness yet being queer, at least for me, has meant built in comradery and community - an unspoken bond and it’s incredibly unique. There’s a feeling of safety and power in our unity when the world has literal guns pointed. So much of what each of us struggle with is a shared burden. To know you’re understood without having to say a word is such a gift. I love my people
“Fantasy is true, of course. It isn’t factual, but it is true. Children know that. Adults know it, too, and that is precisely why many of them are afraid of fantasy. They know that its truth challenges, even threatens, all that is false, all that is phony, unnecessary, and trivial in the life they have let themselves be forced into living.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Language of the Night
it’s so humbling when you think the weather will magically make you feel better and then you’re outside the sun is shining and you’ve never felt worse
Joy Sullivan, from "Late Bloomer", Instructions for Traveling West
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the ladies’ home journal, sept 1948
"Now I know something you don’t", Mt Hope Cemetery, Rochester NY
for so long i let a mix of heartbreak and weed take over my life. melancholy's been my excuse for stagnation. weed made me apathetic when im someone who rules entirely by the heart. for so long i thought that a weakness. im now learning why its a super power. im done smoking, and i have no interest in something as minute as love. i have a hunger and clarity i haven't had in a long, long time. i want to make something of myself. finally, i care to be here. i want to see what i can of the world, meet its people, and love them. learn from them. i want to do that which makes me feel alive. like a person. like i have purpose. i will not disappear into the plains and wheat. i have been given tools. gifts. i am blessed. and i have to give meaning to my limited time here. i must.
May Sarton, from a diary entry featured in "Journal of a Solitude," originally published in 1973
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing
Georgia O’Keeffe