stoned and gay

superhero lesbian astronaut

[andermuunoz]

Klaus dancing in a towel  💃

[bruwho]

@sharingnegativity

[trusttheflow-deactivated2023062]

[anxietyproblem]

[mareethequeen]

I hope yall achieve all of your goals

[elanormcinerney]

[samaughan]

[apoemaday]

The Moon Is a Kite

by Andrea Gibson

From the other end of the phone line my little sister says “Andrea, poppy flowers are beautiful in the right light.” I say: Laura, you’re right. And land mines look like toys to children until their limbs explode. And their families find their bodies in ditches on the side of the road. Our mother is crying herself to sleep again tonight.

Your daughter is in my arms wondering where you are and maybe this light is right for you But from here I can’t see the stars In the morning the sunbeams will look like jail bars Please Come back Please

I’ll breathe “I love you” into your bloodstream until the needles can’t compare I’ll teether my veins into thread and stitch them through your torn seams I’ll scream light into your bruises Still lives beneath your track marks You can stand on the cliff of my heart and shout nothing but ugly through me I promise all I will echo back is Beauty, beauty. You have always been beauty.

Did I ever tell you on the day you were born I stopped believing in Jesus and started believing in you And sometimes its the metal in the wind chimes that reminds us how soft the breeze is So even when you grew like a switchblade Pupils dilating the apocalypse More junk in your veins than blood More rage on your lips than love I still believed in you

I know you blew this world a kiss and no one blew it back and I wish I had a roadmap back to the time before the first time you mainlined midnight in search of an escape I wish I’d had your back that night I wish I told you life is going to hold you at gunpoint But time usually comes with a white flag ‘cause right now theres a body bag around the moon

And every time your daughter cries the constellations look like chalk outlines of crucified angels in the sky And I’m not sure I’m strong enough for this I can see the veins in my wrists too clearly can feel the knife in the drawer We are more alike than you know

But your daughter’s heart is beating I can see her pulse in the soft spot in her head and in the other room my mother is asleep and dreaming now of the way we were when we too were just babies like her and maybe we’ll never be that new again

Maybe there will always be days when the sunbeams look like jail bars Maybe it’ll seem we have more scars than life lines sometimes But I’ve found its always worth trying to wake away from the land mines and hope you come back with your skin intact enough to drink the moonshine.

Girl, I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in colour But I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight I’ve seen kites flying in gray skies and they were real close to looking like the sunrise and sometimes it takes the most wounded wings the most broken things to remind us how strong the breeze is How precious the flight so I’m still not believing in Jesus

I’m still believing in you. I’m still telling your daughter the moon is a kite attached to a string that’s held by your mother and I promise she’s coming back soon

[dianthusisblack]

I’ma spread these ashes

Never had control

I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m Ready To Let Go.

[jericosilvers]

[thecommonchick]

[knightly-scholar]

Roses are red

Storm clouds are gray

Being homosexual doesn’t make your white privilege go away

[marketiseyouravocado-deactivate]

[le-dreadmau5]

White Gays™

[moonoftheuniverse]

“And I dream too much and I don’t write enough and I’m trying to find God everywhere.”

— Anis Mojgai, “For Those Who Can Ride in an Airplane For the First Time”

[mothcub]

me putting my fuzzy socks on:         :-)

[valtsv]

i love how hobbits are canonically so good at hiding in plain sight that they’re basically cryptids to anyone in middle-earth outside of the shire and bree

[valtsv]

my personal theory is that anyone passing through nearby who doesn’t know better sees hobbit tracks on the dirt roads and assumes from the size of the footprints that the area must be inhabited by creatures of matching stature, and just gives the whole place a wide berth

[valtsv]

hold up a second

[valtsv]

BIGFOOT

[valtsv]

[chloeniccole]

I think peak feminism and self realization is calling another woman daddy

[distinguishedbaloney]

[the-sea-it-is-within-me]

Fucc