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Microapartments in Neotokyo

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Samira Abbassy (Iranian, 1965) - Untitled (n.d.)

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at the top of a hill (id in alt text)

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Shinjuku, Tokyo

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The Tarantula Nebula, also known as 30 Doradus, is more than a thousand light-years in diameter, a giant star forming region within nearby satellite galaxy the Large Magellanic Cloud. About 160 thousand light-years away, it's the largest, most violent star forming region known in the whole Local Group of galaxies. The cosmic arachnid is near the center of this spectacular image taken during the flight of SuperBIT (Super Pressure Balloon Imaging Telescope), NASA's balloon-borne 0.5 meter telescope now floating near the edge of space.

Image Credit: SuperBIT, NASA

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To Create Yourself In Your Own Image by Andrew Rose

8.5x11” & 11x17” Prints available through Queer Catalyst on Etsy and piece is featured in the zine A Murder Confessional: To Who I Was Before!

You’re left wondering:

do you want him or want to be him?

and there’s a day you realize

it’s both

How freeing it feels

How torturous it feels

How Holy

How deeply religious it is

to love another man while becoming one.

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when i read the song of achilles i was very surprised at how genuine and equally matched their love for each other was. there wasn’t any such thing as one being more in love than the other. i’ve become so accustomed to that trope, that i kept waiting for it to happen; but it never did. i’m so used to love being a miserable, painful, unrequited thing, i kept expecting the moment when finally their unconditional love reached its limit but it never fucking did.

there was never a moment that patroclus wouldn’t have died, fought, or killed for his lover. and never one moment where achilles wouldn’t do the same. it never mattered that achilles was aristos achaion, because patroclus was the world to him and never stopped being so.

we never had to watch them grow apart, or become bitter towards each other. it was all pure, faultless, unyielding love until the very end. they never had to yearn, they never had to doubt. patroclus agonized over the idea of one day losing his achilles, constantly worrying over him. and achilles completely wrecked with grief over losing his most beloved.