#don't return

[anotherthirstsideblog]

Apparently at the hyper fixation point of buying movies I didn't even particularly like on DVD so I don't have to rely on streaming to see Richard Harmon's face...

[zeherili-ankhein]

I'm losing my shit why's my parcel not arriving yet

[actualhumancryptid]

Wait? Cat is coming back?? Dear god no! Protect her from the shit writing. She doesn't deserve this!

[youaresogoingtohell]

psa

some elder queers aren't sweet helpful aunties that love you and are proud of you.

For instance I am an old queer that has learned to fucking despise what vile little assholes you're all so proud to be, and cringe from the sheer repulsive stink of your complicity with corporate mandated white supremacy.

Fortunately I'm in a queer community, rather than an online sponsored alphabet gang that tries to convince children that "bisexual is transphobic" or whatever other acrid nonsense the Voices told you to say.

letter company isn't a community. it's a volunteer army = Enemy, in every setting.

if you're a volunteer for the fucking nazi bullshit LetterCompanyIA+, investigate the possibility that you're the reason shit got so bad in such a short time after nearly a motherfucking century of gains and humanization.

GL, LG, LGB…………… what a fucking waste you turned out. Your rainbow is a pennant uniting a pack of ravenous bloodthirsty neoliberals.

I bid you unwelcome.

[luiz-carloz]

Miedo.

Apagué mi mente para no tener miedo, ese miedo que te demostré a primera vez que viste mi cicatriz. 

Tengo miedo a tenerte miedo, a sentirte cerca de mi, a volverte a tocar, a besarte; tengo miedo de quien te despierta, de quien te duerme, de quien sabe quien eres. 

Tengo miedo a recuperarte. 

[luiz-carloz]

Era entregarme cada día, sentir tu cuerpo los sábados por la mañana y las largas caminatas hasta tirarnos en el pasto. Las guerras de cosquillas que parecían interminables, los besos mordidos que parecían más dolorosos que placenteros y las caricias que agitaban cada fibra de nuestro cuerpo.

Llegaste sin un aviso, entraste sin un horario...

Tengo miedo ahora que no estás, tengo miedo a volver a caer; eras la imaginación infinita, los planes en marzo que hoy tengo miedo a no encontrarte en la almohada azul a mi izquierda. 

Mi amor, jamás me abrí al regalo del amor. 

[cockaster]

Wanna bet everyone who left the fandom over dumb rows are gonna come racing back now? #please don't