T R A N S C E N D

you and i, we're intertwined our souls have grown together, winding around one another's paths. womb to tomb, sweetheart. · griffin · 21 · london/cambridge · they/them/theirs

[puppygirldick]

Stained glass smoker window on a purple obs

[probuccalfat]

it’s fucking wild because one day you’re like i guess i’m not dying tragically young and you go to the store and you buy dental floss, ingredients for soup, and a bath mat

[sweatermuppet]

[Image ID: a typography edit that reads "if you can't stand to see happy transsexuals, look the other way!" in all caps. to the left is a cluster of dandelions. the dandelions have a gradient overlay of green, yellow, and orange. the entire image is textured to look aged and photocopied. /End ID]

click for quality (instagram) (my shop)

[markroome]

Fallbow - Tarawera Falls - New Zealand

[gayspock-deactivated20250217]

matrix trans allegory should have been more evident when these bitches walked out called neo, morpheus, trinity, mouse, cypher, switch, etc... like i dont know them cunts on this website personally.

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

[justsomeguycore]

#mycorner #mymonstrousneeds

[7pleiades7]

A Beauty with a Bouquet, (Detail), (c. 1884) by Charles Joshua Chaplin (French, 1825 – 1891), oil on canvas, 80.6 x 46.9 cm (31.7 x 18.5 in), Private Collection

[watchoutforintellect]

I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.

Allen Ginsberg - from The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice: First Journals and Poems: 1937-1952 (via watchoutforintellect)

[sphthmpsn]

22, 23, 24, 25, 26 + 27th of April ~ a drawing a day

Hearing from D after an age/ C’s sailor tattoo on his 20th birthday (I cannot believe it was a little under 2 decades ago that we were running around all little and grass stained / roast dinner wish bone defeats / one for sorrow / perhaps an art work around that Greek myth

[parloir-deactivated20160511]

04.15.2016 Les Jardins de Diane, Fontainebleau (France)

The gardens and the castle were empty. I managed to shut off my mind for few hours and simply enjoy myself in the moment,  I need to spend more often such quality time.

[nastymasc]

not saying that ppl who change their legal gender marker are in any way doing the wrong thing! I just think we should generally fight for them to be removed. what’s done in the meantime on an individual basis, is for survival. chase your bliss. survive. but the systemic change really should be the total removal of legal gender markers

[meiringen]

“Planet of Love”, Richard Siken

[1995june]

there’s something enchanting about this beach that I cannot bring myself to stay away

[svpportclassmoved-deactivated20]

vibe check (kisses you on the lips)

[soracities]

Olivia Laing, The Lonely City

[melophobia2013]

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But mostly I didn’t speak. Mostly I was walled up inside myself, and certainly a very long way from anyone else. I didn’t cry often, but I couldn’t get the blinds closed and then I did. It seemed too awful, I suppose, the idea that anyone could peer over and get a glimpse of me, eating cereal standing up or combing over emails, my face illuminated by the laptop’s glare.

I knew what I looked like. I looked like a woman in a Hopper painting. The girl in Automat, maybe, in a cloche hat and green coat, gazing into a cup of coffee, the window behind her reflecting two rows of lights, swimming into blackness. Or the one in Morning Sun, who sits on her bed, hair twisted into a messy bun, gazing through her window at the city beyond. A pretty morning, light washing the walls, but nonetheless something desolate about her eyes and jaw, her slim wrists crossed over her legs. I often sat just like that, adrift in rumpled sheets, trying not to feel, trying simply to take consecutive breaths.

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[enchantedliving]

Abandoned chapel in the south of France!

by Romain Veillon; https://www.instagram.com/romain_veillon/

[red-ibis-red]

AND KNEELING AT THE EDGE OF THE TRANSPARENT SEA I SHALL SHAPE FOR MYSELF A NEW HEART FROM SALT AND MUD

Anne Carson, The Beauty of the Husband