[littlewebtreasures]

Various Plants and Gardening-related Gifs by Animation Factory

[ryegarden]

be like the dandelion!! unkillable! joyous!! inherently transsexual in ways others cannot fully understand!

on my redbubble!

[restless-wreck]

literally never want to fall in love first ever again i just want you to want me for me i don't want you to want me because i want you

[lifeinpoetry]

I want to be soft and what

is softer than the sky before it breaks?

— Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from “When I Transition Will I Lose My Taste for the Storm?” All the Gay Saints

[lifeinpoetry]

i’m emblossomed still i see no thing                                  that dark i beat                                so hard i splinter                                i burn so brightly                              burn myself away

— Leia Penina Wilson, from “We Carve a Spell Gurl,” Splinters Are Children of Wood

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tbh only still on this site for when october 3rd rolls around

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Happy anniversary me.

[purplemonkeysexgod69]

cheers

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950 more notes and I can retire

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ok done with tumblr now bye.

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LET FLY THE MEMES OF WAR

[vphilip-deactivated20190718]

Is this dead yet?

[boykeats]

“You don’t know how to feel about us trotting around your mown lawn ravaging sweet wet apples off your tree. We lock antlers, raise a clatter in the wood, agitate your family dog to fits of barking, gnaw on your juniper bushes, garden violets. We see your chicken wire fences, your garden coated in hot sauce and sick fermented yolks. We’re the kind of beautiful that gets shot down. You forgot that we have been here since the eocene. Clothing you, feeding you. We’re in your myths, shadows in the trees, and after this long dead winter, our hunger will not be kept hidden in birch and pine.”

— Delany Lemke, “A poem in which I try to talk about being queer in the rural midwest and I just end up talking about deer again,” published in Homology Lit

[wildeflowergarden]

HOLY SHIT I WROTE THIS HI THERE IM CRYING

My twitter is @delovelylany and I have poems in JuxtaProse, Homology, and somewhere on the Academy of American Poets website!! Im working on more thanks!

[lifeinpoetry]

My partner asks

me to keep my blood inside my body

and I always struggle to honor

this basic love.

— Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from “Transgender Heroic: All This Ridiculous Flesh,” published in The Normal School

[bostonpoetryslam]

I learned to exhale without fogging the glass placed in front of my face—crystalline in control. My voice a kettle of hawks, circling what twitched below.

Brett Shaw, “The Body as Chorus,” published in BOAAT (via bostonpoetryslam)

[1ightly]

bro shut the fuck up im analyzing homoerotic subtext

[bettersituation]

wow i just found this zine i made to promo crossover that I for some reason… never put out? but it’s never too late so here ya go, half a year later,

[bettersituation]

hello! my new chapbook crossover is out now! it’s free but u can donate (which would be v appreciated)! I hope u all enjoy and please remember NOT to post it on g*odreads or any other platform, thank u!

[lifeinpoetry]

i am afraid of my body and everything in it / its innate ability to break and break well

RBrown, from “we are watching crimson peak in bed with the lights off and we are not sad,” Dear John, Love Letters to John Connor, Leader of the Human Resistance and Victor in the War Against the Machines, 2035 (via lifeinpoetry)

you can download the whole chapbook hereeeeeee

[restless-wreck]

hi pals! my chapbook, Dear John: Love Letters to John Connor, leader of the Human Resistance and victor in the War against the Machines, 2035, is now available to download from @ghostcitypress for free or a donation if you want!  it’s mostly sad love poems that may or may not be about a cyborg falling in and out of love with John Connor from the Terminator franchise! check it out!

[lifeinpoetry]

And isn’t that the most beautiful thing? To want to survive even your sleep?

Isn’t it terrible to know you must?

—  Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from “I Imagine Juliet and Snow White Would Make a Beautiful Couple and I Would Watch Them Kiss Without a Question (Or, Being Awake Makes It Much Easier to Realize Yourself),” published in BOAAT

[lifeinpoetry]

We love each other so much we are trying to keep

this life going despite all this simultaneous body—

all this ridiculous flesh.

— Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from “Valentine, Nebraska: Cherry County,” published in Territory

[lifeinpoetry]

Impermanent and already decomposing, our bodies are just

stardust this, stardust that.

— Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from “Valentine, Nebraska: Cherry County,” published in Territory