soft corner to live in (at Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1MqXxnjMhi/?igshid=1mgt07cwjjt50
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soft corner to live in (at Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1MqXxnjMhi/?igshid=1mgt07cwjjt50
I just took a DNA test turns out we’re* 100% THAT BITCH (at Arvest Bank Theatre at The Midland) https://www.instagram.com/p/By_yx23DLK1/?igshid=atown29rrick
2019, we’re cummin 4 u (at The Willows Family Ales) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsFMG4vnVMB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=12w3jc1qyf1bz
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“I was not born knowing how to hate this body. Dear stranger, I learned. Dear stranger, I unlearned.”
— Melissa May, “To The Stranger”
I was laying down ruminating on the hopelessness that has a sneaky way of wedging itself into the furthest corner of my being on some days. It’s unfortunate how much ease with which I lean toward unforgiveness of self. Then I heard @samlamott say in the midst of his own shit day, “It’s probably not completely fucked and doomed. At worst it is only slightly fucked and doomed.” and I felt a hand start to pull me out. Let’s pull each other up and out of the grime today. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bnv7sPaFaCz/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=y0vah79st2xi
From Neil’s wonderful book, THE FUTURE.
A flower gardener taking a rest (and photo opportunity) in his Taif flowers.. مزارع يحتفل بموسم الورد الطائفي بالاستلقاء بين وردة.
I sense that we’ve all been carrying a lot this week. I’m wincing every time I see more violence in a video in my feed or another announcement of death. It’s so, so convenient to embrace a level of desensitization that allows for us to watch vivid violent interactions and post social commentary moments before we sleep without any rest. Yes we have to engage. Especially those of us who move and breathe in and through the world in a position of privilege. We have to engage and be better allies and step up and we also, every single one of us, have to take even just a second out of the day to breathe into the softest part of ourselves. To examine for a moment what surviving looks like in that moment and lean into it. To remember the last time we felt soft, and to try to hold onto that. We have to embrace the part of us that winces at death and violence and people getting tripped at Walmart on video for comedy, and we have to lean into that sensitive part of us just the TINIEST bit. So that we don’t lose it. Let’s carry each other’s loads for a while, yeah? If you tend to carry too much, let someone else carry yours for a bit and vice versa. Remind each other to turn off our phones before bed and to drink more water. So here’s a picture of something that doesn’t suck. Just to remember. https://www.instagram.com/p/BnfrGpPl7lk/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=pb077cmpz7zm
The trick is to be asleep before 11pm. That way by the time your brain tells you to scroll mindlessly through twitter and ruminate on self-hatred, YOURE ALREADY IN A SLUMBER.
HA- take that, crippling depression.
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my love, it's just a reminder; find your center.
Trevor Hall
“To make living itself an art, that is the goal.” ↠Henry Miller (at Piney River Ranch)
september will be kind. september will be magical. september will bring the missing energy. september will be working towards our goals and self. september will be a month full of growth.
“All these bones want to do is sleep.”
— Isha Camara, “Loudest Burial”
my femme girlfriend: [hour and a half later] ok I’m ready to leave the house
me: [throwing on shorts and a tank top] okay baby i love you and you look so pretty
My overdressed butch ass: [hour and a half later] ok I’m ready to leave the house
My femme girlfriend: [throwing on a sundress and head scarf] okay baby I love you and you look so handsome
Me: [after spending 6 hours on my hair and makeup] Babe I’m ready to head out now
My femme wife: [who has also taken 6 hours] Okay babe I love you I’m ready and your highlight is poppin severely but you need to blend that contour in a little bit
Me: [fixing her eyebrows] I love you
my overdressed butch ass: [hour and a half later] ok love im ready to leave the house
my equally overdressed femme girlfriend: [also hour and a half later] okay baby i love you we’re both so pretty
Me: [10 minutes and a tank top later] ok babe let’s go
My equally lazy butch girlfriend: [also 10 minutes and a tank top later] I love you honey but we gotta stop taking each other’s tank tops
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