Cats by Shou Xin
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Andulka

★

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Cosmic Funnies
cherry valley forever
No title available
Stranger Things
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

ellievsbear
Cosimo Galluzzi
EXPECTATIONS
trying on a metaphor
sheepfilms
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

gracie abrams

Origami Around
𓃗
The Stonewall Inn
untitled
seen from United States

seen from Belarus
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Switzerland

seen from Netherlands
seen from United States

seen from Indonesia

seen from South Africa

seen from Netherlands

seen from Singapore
seen from Bangladesh
seen from United States
seen from Brazil

seen from United States
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Netherlands

seen from Finland
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
@sturlsons
Cats by Shou Xin
always almost
Heated
Tiger by 十筆斎
I feel entirely dehumanized by the sun now and wish for fog, snow, rain and humanity.
Virginia Woolf in a letter to Edward Sackville-West written c. September 1926, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf
Mary Hatford deserves a cigarette
filthy, filthy read
Ryan Gosling and James Ortiz as Ryland Grace and Rocky PROJECT HAIL MARY
i'm like a fujoshi but for dead people
if you could see the thread i'm hanging on by you would not say these things to me
being 13 was crazy cuz it's like no one is coming to save you. there's only one option and it's to read about band guys having gay sex
Not Anyone Who Says
by Mary Oliver
Not anyone who says, “I’m going to be careful and smart in matters of love,” who says, “I’m going to choose slowly,” but only those lovers who didn’t choose at all but were, as it were, chosen by something invisible and powerful and uncontrollable and beautiful and possibly even unsuitable — only those know what I’m talking about in this talking about love.
The Sun, the Moon, and the Stars, by Greg Mort (1999)
Alright tell me in the tags, what’s Your Poem? That poem you heard once and it has dwelt within you ever since?
After Many Springs
by Langston Hughes
Now, In June, When the night is a vast softness Filled with blue stars, And broken shafts of moon-glimmer Fall upon the earth, Am I too old to see the fairies dance? I cannot find them any more.