aesthetic?

jared. 23. genderqueer. they/them. things that make me feel things.

[dailyrothko]

Mark Rothko, Untitled grey paintings,1969

[makingqueerhistory]

“If I could be always with her there would be no difficulty in being good for she would always tell me right & I should always obey her.”

—

Elizabeth Amy Dillwyn

(via makingqueerhistory)

[transmonstera]

"why are people allowed to just change genders nowadays when IIII was never allowed to do that??" babes you can <3 i have testosterone if you wanna try it <3

[IMAGE ID: "trans people are a threat to the rigid unchanging way of cis life because we show it doesn't have to be that way!" featuring a newsprint edited image of a monstera plant surrounding by hearts. there is a border. the text, images, and border are black and the background is white. END]

[itscolossal]

Flat-Lays of Halved Walnuts and Other Shells Study the Diversity of the Botanical Fruits

[gender0bender]

ID: a photo of four televisions, with two smaller TVs stacked on top of larger ones. The TVs on the top right and bottom left are switched on and showing static. The words “Do not count on corporate media to tell you the truth about trans life” are written on the four screens. ED.

[kafk-a]

Ursula K. Le Guin, from The Left Hand of Darkness

[ethelcainlovebot]

- Richard Siken, Crush “Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out”

[astereaus]

Nazim Hikmet, A Spring Piece Left in the Middle

[vvitchy]

[dame-de-pique]

T.A.E. Belt - Solar Eclipse, Schenectady, N.Y.  Jan 24 1925

[homoidiotic]

Trans couples ⚧ photography by Camila Falcão anti-patriarchal artist & photographer based in São Paulo, Brazil

[rotgospels]

Anonymous love letter between two twelfth-century nuns, Translated by Peter Dronke in Medieval Latin and the rise of European Love-Lyric, II.  

[luthienne]

Frank Bidart, from Half-light: Collected Poems; “Guilty of Dust”

[downtothemarrow]

Gustav Vigeland / Laura Makabresku / Max Švabinský / Stephan Sinding

[soapstore]

something holy inside you wants to get out but you can’t let it

[sweatermuppet]

from the art deco of the west by dorothea lasky, published in rome

[Text ID: I am no longer a girl. Nor was I when we met. You were a boy. I forget about that. /End ID]

[1anonyymous1]

‏stay up late with me and tell me everything that’s on your mind