[deanwinchesterapologist]

I've said this before and I'll say it again. Everything is about queer allegory, except queer allegory, which is about rivers.

[heavensghost]

Words by Andrea Gibson

[lleyksie]

more ancient horse mamaposting

[lleyksie]

more ancient horse mamaposting

[weepingwidar]

Lacey Black (American, 1992) - Threefold Riddle (2025)

[riverwindphotography]

[flowrrs4u]

I am good. I am loved.

[bedupolker]

pinacate beetle

[meredithsmallwood]

final artwork for fanclubwallet's album Living While Dying

[crreature]

Catherine Opie’s Dyke Deck (1995). Couples are Hearts; Jocks are Clubs; Femmes are Diamonds; Butches are Spades.

[70sscifiart]

The Brothers Hildebrandt, 1981

[escuerzoresucitado]

[colorconception]

Evening with Bright Light, 2020

Leif Engström. oil, acrylic and glitter on canvas

[trislosherfan25]

Yaaay fruit party!!!!

[deirdreskye]

Fuck my life I forgot the eunuchs all took a vacation day to go see Car Seat Headrest and my stupid ass approved it not knowing today's the day the emperor's cassowaries are due for their haircuts and now I gotta do it myself I've been chasing those stupid fucking birds all over the menagerie all morning

[madeforgardens]

“Later — in the cab, and afterward — I would replay that moment, and marvel that I’d waved and walked away quite so casually. Why hadn’t I grabbed his arm and begged him one last time to get in the car, come on, fuck it Boris, just like skipping school, we’ll be eating breakfast over cornfields when the sun comes up? I knew him well enough to know that if you asked him the right way, at the right moment, he would do almost anything; and in the very act of turning away I knew he would have run after me and hopped in the car laughing if I’d asked one last time. But I didn’t. And, in truth, it was maybe better that I didn’t — I say that now, though it was something I regretted bitterly for a while. More than anything I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I’d stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I’d never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street — which was, of course, I love you.”

— The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt

[cantcatchmeee]

"I Spy Fantasy" artworks by Walter Wick