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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
NASA
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izzy's playlists!
Color Me Curious
The Bowery Presents
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Today's Document
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Okay now that i have to learn Italian, if anyone has recommendations for films/music in Italian or favourite authors that have been translated to English i would love to hear them 💓 i got a dual language book of Alda Merini's poetry i can't wait to dig into!
me and my mother we are doing better it's always been just her and me together ❤️
the best thing about being over my dad is that now i can be crazy about my mum instead but it's beautiful, because instead of feeling like i am wretched and mangled and need to be mercy killed, which is how my dad made me feel, i get to feel the joy of finally having a mother and being a daughter which i never thought i would have. we went out for afternoon tea yesterday, she bought me new shoes and i convinced her to buy a pair of earrings for herself because they match her tattoo and i even found a necklace that reminded me of her grandma and she got that one too. i get to nap on the couch in the garden with my head in her lap and i never have to cry myself to sleep again because just the thought of my father gave me a panic attack. it really really does get better
me and my mother we are doing better it's always been just her and me together ❤️
Franny Choi, Bait.
Inspired by the Gothic novella Carmilla by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu (1872) — one of the earliest vampire stories in English literature, written decades before Dracula.
“Carmilla”
Artist: Ana Juan
some thoughts following my very fun hookup with work guy
for so many years i said i think i'm bisexual but i'm just too traumatised to be with men, and everyone in my life told me i'm wrong. the general consensus was that i'm a lesbian with internalised homophobia and that i'm self harming by pursuing sex with men. i had some pretty nasty arguments about it in a previous relationship. truthfully, i found love and safety and healing in lesbianism that i would never have found elsewhere. it's made me the feminist i am today, the friend i am today. i love women in a way far deeper and more meaningful than anything i could ever feel for a man. i am uninterested in men as a group and as individuals, and would rather stay single for the rest of my life than allow one of them intimate access to me again. this is not just because of my trauma - this is more a product of my feminism than anything. i don't think i am actually capable of falling in love with men anymore. i don't even want to have close friendships with them (i don't believe this is possible with straight men anyway). my intimate relationships are reserved for women only. but i do feel a kind of vindication for having been right all along, for having known myself and understood myself even when the people closest to me insisted i didn't and was wrong. functionally it doesn't change much, because at the end of the day i intend to continue the way i have for years, with maybe the exception of more casual sex now that i'm capable of it. i will miss being a lesbian, but i think i finally feel at peace with my sexuality
Blythe spa day with my work bestie before she left for Georgia
My Dark Vanessa, Kate Elizabeth Russell
tiger, tiger / my dark vanessa / tiger, tiger / the incest diary
cesare is the biggest reddest firetruck in the world
out of weed. out of cigarettes. still awake.
they be wondering what i’m on, girl i’m on tumblr
joseph cornell : cygne crépusculaire (1949)
Ray at 14
by Dorianne Laux
Bless this boy, born with the strong face of my older brother, the one I loved most, who jumped with me from the roof of the playhouse, my hand in his hand. On Friday nights we watched Twilight Zone and he let me hold the bowl of popcorn, a blanket draped over our shoulders, saying, Don’t be afraid. I was never afraid when I was with my big brother who let me touch the baseball-size muscles living in his arms, who carried me on his back through the lonely neighborhood, held tight to the fender of my bike until I made him let go. The year he was fourteen he looked just like Ray, and when he died at twenty-two on a roadside in Germany I thought he was gone forever. But Ray runs into the kitchen: dirty T-shirt, torn jeans, pushes back his sleeve. He says, Feel my muscle, and I do.
