Atlas 🧚🏻‍♂️

positivity space! mental health and healing 💗 ✨academia and cottagecore ✨ poet, psychology and writing major, activist, doe bisexual, recovering, vegan, feminist. lover of art and the earth

[shmu-h]

I got tired of never seeing love stories that reminded me of myself. so I made one. for myself.

[shmu-h]

can y’all stop reblogging this/responding to this with “this is so unrealistic?” I literally made it because it reminds me of myself and my relationship, and I see a handful of people saying that it reminds them of themselves and their relationships. I know being trans/queer can make dating and finding love seem impossible, but part of that is because nobody is making media about us and our relationships, hence why I drew this.

My partner loves me for who I am, but more importantly I love me for who I am, queer as fuck, and I know that if he didn’t respect me the way I wanted him to, there are literally so many good people in the world who would. I am perfect and lovable and valuable not in spite of being queer but because of it, and so are you. 

[ohemaa-warrior]

[fitnerdrome]

[spidey-reids-2003-deactivated20]

[jupiterscorpse]

its just me and my gay little iced coffee against the fucking world

[allstrangenature]

I can barely contain myself right now

holy shit

HOLY SHIT

[ryegarden]

gay rights haha rb patreon insta

[bethfuller]

the lady and her knight

[leafsandpumpkins]

rainy days

[inkfingerprints]

don’t wear the colours just ‘cause you think they’re pretty, don’t join the parades just ‘cause you like glitter. those flags hug the shoulders of those kicked out, scattered from homes that seemed wholesome till the illusion was shattered.

have you ever known love to come with conditions? had to google-check which countries your love makes off-limits?

when fragile masks start to shatter these found-groups are the glue. do you know the shuddering courage of spitting out the truth?

somewhere there’s a graveyard for lost childhoods, teenage years full of hollowness and wrongness and desperation to fit in.

there are methods to correct us, stones and therapy and fists, ears turn deaf as we explain we always did and always will exist.

on high streets big brands console us with bright window displays while on bus-tops we get bloody noses for daring to say

we’re not your entertainment, find your porn somewhere else, we’re people - if you’d let us we’d love to quietly be ourselves,

abandon the coming-out cycle, stop all the shouting, so come, by all means, just please don’t come for a party.

[bariatricbeast615]

I wrote something. Its a rough draft, but I DO want to work on it...

He’s not how much weight he can lift,          Or the weight on the scale.

He’s not what his favorite sport is,          Or how passionate he is about cooking.          Or painting.          Or how his hair fans arcoss his forehead,          Pushed back, pushed in.          Or even the way he folds his towels.

He’s not his handwriting. The scent of his cologne, or the scent of his candles.

He isn’t his past.

He isn’t he octave of his climax,          or the cut of his underwear,          or the cut of his neckline,          or the cut of his crotch.               Exactly where the space between his legs swells,          pulses. The way he pees.

He’s not he color of his fingernails. The length of his hair on his head, or his face, or his legs, or his eyelashes.

He’s not

                            a joke.                             a news story.                             a political statement.

He isn’t his laugh. His tears. His dreams. His triumphs.

He definitely isn’t the letters in his name. The letters on his driver’s license. The letters in his chromosomes.

He’s not the fat distribution around his hips.    The curve of his waist,       his chest,       or his spine.      The way he rocks his body    when he dances. Or fucks.

He’s not some pawn to move where its convenient. He’s not your token friend. He’s not here to fulfill your fantasy. He’s not what YOU think a man should be.

He is simply,

                                                               a man.

[mercuriane]

Prayer for the Genderfucked, early draft, by mercuriane

June 2020

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essays on self - (1) // (2) The French Lieutenant's Woman by John Fowles {1969} // (3) Writers and Lovers by Lily King {2020} // (4) Ugly, Bitter, and True by Suzanne Rivecca // (5) On earth we’re breifly gorgeous by Ocean Vuong {2019} // (6) The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa {1982} // (8) //

[loveufor10000yrs]

phoebe bridgers/ celia lowenthal/ holly warburton/ hyowon park/ xuan loc xuan/ richard siken / jd salinger

credits to @mitskicult for the screenshots of the writings

(I know this doesn't really make sense but it kinda does)

[thebookquotes]

I am someone who thinks and feels much – more than is reasonable. And that is all.

— Virginia Woolf, from Moments Of Being: Unpublished Writings

[thehopefulquotes]

I wasn't very kind to myself for a really long time and I'm trying to learn that now. So do what you need to do, and push yourself, but also forgive yourself if you fuck it up, or if you're struggling.

— Chelsea Wolfe, in an interview with Julian Lara c. Nov. 2019

[adventurecore-suggestions]

my grandma embroidered little flowers on her clothes like i do and she taught me how to cook asparagus so it actually tasted good and she wrote about grief so simply that i could make sense of it when i was a child that had just lost a grandfather and sometimes i wonder how much of me is made of her and how much of me is my uncle and how much is my best friend and how much is my little sister. i wonder how much of them is me.

[a-pissed-off-punk-boi]

[annebonnydyke]

being gay is so hard yes i want to be punk yes i want be a cowboy yes i want to be a pirate yes i want to be cute and pastel yes i want to be a cryptid yes i want to have a dark academia aesthetic no i will not be any of these because i cannot commit to anything and i am worried people will judge me

[sixpenceee]