in libris, libertas

𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷: @broguesandcoffee

[scribbled-margins]

Hi! I just moved blogs, please come find me at @broguesandcoffee! 🤎

[scribbled-margins]

Hi! I just moved blogs, please come find me at @broguesandcoffee! 🤎

[dogmotif-deactivated20240505]

i love tumblr because sometimes i get an urge to rb posts about something nobody likes and everyone just politely ignores me. everyone's like oh he's fallen into madness again, he'll be fine later i guess

[peacefulandcozy]

Instagram credit: l_reads

[ryan-sometimes]

As a queer Gen Z, I constantly think about how there’s such a huge chunk of the queer community that’s simply… missing. So much of the queer community died during AIDS that almost an entire generation of us is simply not there anymore.

Those queer people were supposed to be our teachers, our mentors, maybe even our parents or grandparents. Those queer people were supposed to be there for us. They were supposed to be at pride events, welcoming all the young queers. They were supposed to be representation in our careers. Those people were supposed to be there to help us navigate life as queer people, and it’s devastating for both us and them that they never got to do it.

[suitupweird]

Suw mood.

[marscia]

Work day (of course I’m bringing Stuart Gilbert with me for emotional support)

[museum-of-artifacts]

The ruins of Whitby Abbey in North Yorkshire, England, completed by drone lighting.

Blog: https://artifactsmuseumhistory.blogspot.com/?m=1

[suitupweird]

Suw mood.

[suitupweird]

Suw mood.

[tmasc420]

I love being a part of a community who doesn't just accept the weirdos but idolizes them. I love the freaks and trannys and queers and faggots and dykes. We aren't just to be tolerated. We are to be venerated. Get your leather on, take your hormones, and go be the weirdest fucker you can be. Never change for anyone but yourself. Be so unadulterated and genuine. Love, fuck, and live as loudly as possible. There is no time in this life for repression.

[scribbled-margins]

Summer motifs 🪷

(1) Cows out to Graze, Theodor Philipsen // (2) French Landscape, Jean Charles Cazin // (3) Fruit Tree in Blossom, Bois-le-Roi, Carl Fredrik Hill // (4) Haystacks. Summer Scene from Skagen, Johan Krouthén // (5) Hip, Hip, Hurrah! Artists’ Party, Skagen, Peder Severin Krøyer // (6) Landscape from Meudon, Johan Ericson // (7) Summer Evening, Robert Thegerström // (8) The Town Gate, Boppart, Joseph Stäck // (9) The Harbour at Marstrand, Olof Sager-Nelson

[queen-academia]

[website-com]

you never know what someone is going through. for instance i didnt know i was going through anything until about 2 years later. i thought i was just chilling

[the-bookshop]

[scribbled-margins]

Blackerrying, Sylvia Plath

[image id: photo of an unripe branch of blackberries, overlaid with a collage of extracts from from the Sylvia Plath poem Blackberrying, reading:

“Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,/

Somewhere at the end of it, heaving. Blackberries

Big as the ball of my thumb, and dumb as eyes/

I come to one bush of berries so ripe it is a bush of flies,/

Hanging their bluegreen bellies and their wing panes in a Chinese screen.

The honey-feast of the berries has stunned them; they believe in heaven.”]

[shakespearesdaughters]