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i’m a bigender gay man/lesbian, poly, and trans. these are relevant to a lot of the content i post.

this blog is my romance-themed light aesthetic sideblog, it can get pretty damn sappy at times. i am technically aromantic, but i love to explore all kinds of love--romantic, platonic, familial. i am fascinated with how humans care for each other.

i’ll mostly reblog things, but i will also post my own content, especially poetry and writing.

i tag people in my life. you don’t get an explanation. read those tags however you want.

this blog may post slight nsfw at times, nsfw will be tagged #unsafe. nsfw posts may involve some form of kink.

i have a tag, #home is other people, for the specific kind of queer intimacy that makes me happy in my community.

please don’t follow if you’re transphobic, anti-kink, anti-polyamory, or involved in syscourse. i won’t enforce any of that, it’s too exhausting to go through and block people, but i’d really appreciate it if you kept that away from this blog.

feel free to ask me about anything you’re curious about!

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stckwll

How do I even begin to try to do that? (x)

punkrockgurl69

Visit Original Link

emmaloveslyrics

Peach // The Front Bottoms

We report: later on, when we think back to this moment, we remember how cold and windy it was. The colder it got, the brighter the sunset was. We were standing in the half-empty car park, and the scale of the sky above us made us feel so small, crushed under the light.

raspbrryfemme

gay little rubber stamp poem

archivearchangelica

After The Pride Parade, Baltimore, 2005

fulltransmetalgenderist

my fellow trans people: all of the answers are in the river. you just need to go to the river and everything will make sense. a lake or ocean are fine substitutions. find the water and go to it. bring your friends. go alone. have a beer.

pealingpetals

this really spoke to me, as a trans hippie shut-in.

find the water and go to it. 👍

butterflypeaflowertea

trees are very 🥺 because sometimes i’ll stand under the shade of a tree and look up at it and it’ll sway its branches about in the wind and i’m like oh my God i’m alive and YOU’RE alive. we are alive together and made up of the same starry stuff and standing right next to each other in this moment on this earth. do u feel it when i reach out and press my hand to your trunk? can you hear me? i think you’re so neat. and then the sunlight filters through its leaves just so and that lovely green color leaves me dazzled. it’s just very nice to be an alive thing next to a different sort of alive thing

havingapoemwithyou

I loved you before i was born by Li-Young Lee

exhaled-spirals

« When someone says a song or a book or a poem saved their life, this is what they mean:

• it took me out of my brain for the one second needed to get back onto the planet • it shot out a spark into the distance that I could then build a path toward • it opened something up in my imagination.

Because suicide is the result of the death of the imagination. You forget how to dream up other possible futures. You can’t picture new maneuvers, new ways around. Everything is just the catastrophic present and there will never be a time this is not so. That is what kills you. What saves you is a new story to tell yourself about how things could be. »

— Jessa Crispin, The Dead Ladies Project: Exiles, Expats, and Ex-Countries

iamheavymeta-lll

A night out at a juke joint — South Carolina

Margaret Bourke-White ‘56

batbetbitbotbut

starting a collection

attributed to Lily Tomlin; Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky; ilene_cecelia, reddit; Pratchett, Night Watch; Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky; Pirkei Avot 2:21; Ursula K. le Guin, Tehanu