[secretrhys]

I got my septum pierced today and it has made me feel so excited for how I present myself

[myrkvdr]

Paintings done on paper towels by Polish artist Helena Minginowicz.

[smallrituals]

MY OWN THOUGHTS by Helena Minginowicz (Polish, b. 1984)

acrylic on paper towel, 23x48 cm, 2026

[centuriespast]

Jeanne d'Arc Wolfram Onslow Ford (1879–1956) Williamson Art Gallery & Museum

[judilyart]

under the fig trees 💜🌿

[psikonauti]

Giovanni Battista Tiepolo (Italian,1696-1770)

The Chariot of Aurora, ca. 1734

Oil on canvas

[89cats]

(by faringsohuset)

[secretrhys]

hard disagree that straight people can like nonbinary people and still be straight.

if you like a nonbinary person, regardless of their external presentation, then imo you are queer in some format

fight with the wall idc

[secretrhys]

dating apps confuse me, as a nonbinary person.

why do people not put their sexuality in their bios? even if it's just "queer"... you don't need to go into detail, i just need to know i'm not flirting with a straight woman?

[secretrhys]

what does being nonbinary mean to me?

it means questioning every other week whether I'm just cisgender person or a binary transgender person in denial.

it means feeling like both a lesbian and a gay man in one body.

it feels like constantly wondering if i'm androgynous enough, constantly wondering how others are perceiving me.

it means searching and searching for the thing that will affirm your gender. for me it's (fake) freckles, smudgy brown eyeliner, tattoos, (eventual) top surgery, defined muscles.

it means facial hair scares the living daylights out of me. it means I could live with he/him pronouns, but they/them pronouns are my warm hug.

[l0veyourselfirst]

A Night At The Museum with Simone Ashley

[classic-art]

Stained-Glass Window

Odilon Redon, 1907

[die-rosastrasse]

Ann Macbeth 

British, 1875-1948

[llleighsmith]

you remind me that love is an active practice and i cannot help it grow if i do not pay attention, but i am paying attention now. you are standing in the kitchen cutting up onions and the light surrounds you and i almost cannot look at you because this happiness is too overwhelming to deserve. i spent my life on hot pavement waiting and now every day is hose water

[katherine-mcnamara]

[mysterium-solis]

A Kiss by Pavel Svedomskiy (1849-1904)

[secretrhys]

How can I describe your existence without being too literal?

If I was a crude man, I'd describe how your body moves under me when I touch you and how gorgeous you are when you wrap yourself around me.

If I was a lesbian living hundreds of years ago, I'd compare you to purple flowers and yearn to be allowed to love you in a cruel world.

If I was an ancient king of beautiful lands, I'd have music performed about you and operas written in your honour.

But I am only me, the only thing I can offer is my love and the descriptions I have.

My golden boy, beautiful sunset that glows in human form.

I watched from a short distance as you emerged from the heavenly floods like the mythological Venus supposedly did.

You shone.

And all of these many, many beautiful words are all well and good, but what does it all boil down to?

I love you. As many poets and writers before me have stated, it is laughable that this tiny phrase is meant to encapsulate all that I feel for you.

It doesn't even come close.

I hope you remember that when I tell you I love you.