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he/him ⚢ 19 𓆛 butch child of a charnel house; wreckage; assembled from refuse and the discarded dead

[whaleb0nez]

[iwanthermidnightz]

― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

[smithsonianlibrariesarchives]

Color charts of undifferentiated (top) and specialized (bottom) plumage of different warbler species from Charles Keeler's Evolution of the colors of North American land birds (1893).

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[whaleb0nez]

current read

[l1quorlips]

[whaleb0nez]

the salt grows heavy is one of the most romantic books ive read in a while. like. you see me and my daughters devour and burn down a kingdom. you witness the monstrosity that is my being firsthand, see my inhuman form in all of its horrible beauty and still remain by my side. in turn, you see me as the patchwork of human part that i am and still love me. still you hold onto all of me during my last breath and decide you will toil for hundreds of years to remake me.

i don’t know, i think i have a thing for monsters being love.

[whaleb0nez]

the mermaid and her plague doctor

[whaleb0nez]

“It seems crazy not to be able to show our happiness. Such an impoverished word. Others have this right, and they exercise it freely. Sharing their happiness makes them even more happy, makes them expand with joy. But we're left stunted, compromised, by the burden of having to always lie and censor ourselves.”

— lie with me by philippe besson

[annes-room]

if we spent three days together facing the worst humanity has to offer in its quest to immortality and coming to terms with our own creation and destinies and then I spent four hundred years bringing you back to life in a way that you might enjoy being alive, would you have me?

[whaleb0nez]

— the salt grows heavy by cassandra khaw)

[whaleb0nez]

pride ‘26 tbr

[fantasyarcanum]

no one does horror books like queer people. no one.

[whaleb0nez]

it is always interesting to see how often women are described as ravenous when it is the men who, without exception, take without thought of compensation.

— the salt grows heavy by cassandra khaw

[privateagonies]

Something about it will make sense. The bullets have been coming from miles. Years. Their sound will break the water in our bodies, tear sound itself, rip our lives in half. The tragedy of it all will be unspeakable, the fact we've been fighting for decades to be recognized as a present-tense people, modern and relevant, alive, only to die in the grass wearing feathers.

— Tommy Orange, There There

[privateagonies]

And hadn't you also heard or read that the world tilts on its axis ever so slightly every year so that the angle made the earth like a piece of metal when the sun hits it just right and it becomes just as bright as the sun itself? Hadn't you heard that it was getting hotter because of this tilt, this ever increasing tilt of the earth, which was inevitable and not humanity's fault, not our cars or emissions or Aqua Net but plain and simple entropy, or was it atrophy, or was it apathy?

— Tommy Orange, There There

[whaleb0nez]

live! live the wonderful life that is in you! let nothing be lost upon you. be always searching for new sensations. be afraid of nothing…a new hedonism—that is what our century wants.

[deletingmyself]

(by Jonas Degener)