#humanwarmth

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[borolooking]

Never underestimate the power of our community. #chaleurhumaine #humanwarmth #gayguy #gay #Instagay #Pride #bi #trans #ChooseLove #RevolutionOfLove #bear #beard #Beardpride #gaybear #unapologeticbitch #sorrynotsorry #lgbt💛💙💙🏳️‍🌈🇨🇴💗💕💕💕🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 (at Middlesbrough)

[borolooking]

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[thomasoutt]

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Wesla Whitfield. Your style was #SingingASong, simply as it was written, with #MusicalElegance, #MusicalIntelligence, & #HumanWarmth. Your #MusicalIntegrity was enough & you had the grace & sensitivity to instill yourself into a song, & let the soul of the song send it’s special message. I shall miss you so very much. “She died content that she was loved & appreciated.”—#MikeGreensill. Our condolences to you, Mike Greensill. #TooSoonGone #WeslaWhitfield (1947-2018) #AutographsForTheAges. (at Plush Room Cabaret)

[borolooking]

chaleur humaine toujours!! #HumanWarmth #weareone #unityindiversity #gay #Instagay #Pride #bi #trans #howeveryouidentify #FuckHate #FuckYeah #unapologeticbitch #revolutionoflove #sorrynotsorry ⚨⚧⚥⚤♁⚦⚣⚩⚭🌈🌈🌈💖💖💖💖💖💖 (at Middlesbrough)

[littlebuggersuk-blog]

Perfection is not human. It is an ego trip.

[humanwarmth-blog]

We are Nothing

Willing terror holds its spindly fingers on the corner of the wall

Down the hallway of your parents old house

These memories have got you beat baby

These fortunes can now only tell themselves

Beaten

The smartest fool

Hand gun

Promise

Tumescent

Coffin on the good sheets

Not again

Never cease

I want your fingernails in my skin

I want the patterns to dissolve

So I can see for once

Dirty soil under sweat, sweetly kissed

A wounded animal can still be smug

A portrait often skewed

Our world is made out of words like spoon

This nothingness puts us to bed at night

It vacuums the tears out of our eyes

Before they fall on warm cheeks

-Margaret LeMontagne