just here to vibe

she/her, 23, lesbian✌️

[royalfig]

I’ve never felt more like a character than I do w her

[flutterbvnny]

daily affirmation i do NOT have a secret disgusting evil hidden within me that will some day make its way out

[thepotatohunter]

where are my headphones I can’t see without my headphones

[reynaxschaltt]

The Great Life Of Benjamin Brynn

Benjamin Brynn was born into an ordinary home, to an ordinary mother and father, in a small town by the sea.

His mother was a composer, or, at least that's what she dreamed she'd be.

So, when her dreams didn't pan out, she began to dream for him.

But then, when he was just 11 years old, he got sick, and was forced to stay inside for an entire year.

And in that year he began to worry that he hadn't lived enough,

so he made up a story, of the great life he thought he wanted to live, which only made him forget the great life he already had.

How he had filled a new home with light and joy and promise.

How he met a girl, his neighbor, who felt all alone in the world, and made her feel okay again.

And how, even he was sick, he still gave his parents hope.

How he reminded them of exactly who they were, after they had almost forgotten.

So when he knew he was going to go, he was okay, because he'd already lived a great life.

A full life.

And he was everything he needed to be.

Just as he was.

-Before Your Eyes

[bloodofelves]

BEFORE YOUR EYES (2021) ↳ So when he knew he was going to go, he was okay, because he’d already lived a great life. A full life. And he was everything he needed to be.

[do-not-u-dare]

I’m like a hopeless romantic but for friends. A hopeless platonic.

[redstonedust]

its incredible that there are people in this world who are rude on purpose. i'm rude on accident and 6 years later i'll still be thinking about it with my heart beating so fast it feels like i'm going to pass out and my hands sweating and the sickness and the sickness and th

[rainbowpotatocakes21]

Artist Statement:

This collage constructs a queer world-view shaped by fragmentation, refusal, and the stubborn will to exist on one’s own terms.

At its center, the stone staircase repeating ‘Keep Going’ embodies the inherited pressure placed by religious, cultural, and moral systems that demand endurance, purity, and constant upward progress.

Against this rigid verticality, Mary Oliver’s poem opens a counter‑world: a queer theology of creatureliness, where the body is not a site of shame but a soft animal with legitimate hungers and instincts.

Throughout the piece, disembodied hands, anatomical hearts, and suspended figures reveal a self experienced in parts—an embodiment shaped by scrutiny, desire, and survival. The fish hanging from a string and the pomegranate held open both speak to queer displacement and queer appetite: one a creature lifted out of its natural element, the other a fruit of forbidden lust and abundant multiplicity.

Classical portraits and winged faces evoke the gaze of history and the ideals that queer bodies have been measured against, while the falling figure inside the sun reframes collapse as a cyclical truth rather than a failure.

The speech bubble “Normal life? When have we ever had a normal life?” looks at the expectations for assimilation to a heteronormative lifestyle, when really the queer existence is often surreal, nonlinear, and emotionally dense as the baseline.

The collage becomes a threshold space, a portal between the demand to perform and the invitation to simply be. It maps the tension between survival and softness, between inherited scripts and self‑authored desire, offering a vision of queer belonging rooted not in conformity but in creaturely presence, multiplicity, and radical honesty.

[fellator]

doesn't it piss you off that you have to find something to eat every single day. every one of them. just every day. you gotta eat something

[forsapphics]

Mount Holyoke College students

at Pride in Northampton, MA (1989)

[rosenkranz-isnt-dead]

tv used to have smart people flirting

[rainbowpotatocakes21]

I think there’s something inherently isolating about the queer experience. not only like when you’re growing up and figuring it all out, but it follows even as you get older. like we talk about how lgbtq+ people often experience life/relationship milestones when they’re older (compared to cis/straight peers), but I feel like we don’t talk about the implications of that. like not only are you experiencing these things for the first time, but you’re also experiencing it without anyone really there to guide you bc you’re older

[iceyrukia]

[ghost-faces-deactivated20250916]

do you like my repetitive and outdated music taste

[notecardpasta]

I think when you correctly identify a trauma that is the base of a woe of yours it should just disappear. It should be like "aaahh. you got me" and vanish and leave 100 dollars behind

[countthelions]

#if you line up several neuroses and identify the interlocking connections between them they should all vanish like clearing a line in tetris (via @karliahs)

[youdonthavetogotocollege]

Up late singing and microwaving loud as fuck

[dysphoria-things]

staying up until 1am with your friends is like. wow we’re so fucking cool we’re so fucking badass we should go on a road trip or become famous or maybe hang out here forever because i dont wanna be anywhere that isnt with you guys im so full of love and joy and a live fast die young mentality. and staying up until 1am by yourself is like. for the third time this year i am genuinely contemplating suicide. good thing i dont have the executive function to clean up my room