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This is me yelling into the internet forever enjoy!

[catasters]

[carys-the-ninth]

The problem with commercial F/M romance is that it's written by the most heterosexual women alive and reading it you feel yourself slowly suffocating from the Gender of it all like a fish in a eutrophying lake. And what we actually need as a culture is F/M written by insane bisexuals violently allergic to heteronormativity

[calebwittebane]

i need to shoot my phone

[fairycosmos]

apparently youre supposed to perform. they love it when you perform. but it has to be authentic. they hate it when it's not authentic. but you have to perform.

[sahlesummerhill]

[dailyclassicart]

Georg Achen - "Summer Landscape with a Thatched Farm surrounded by Golden Cornfields" (1888)

[wizardproblems2]

trans women, I love you. to embody womanhood, the feminine, in a world built against it, is beautiful. though the world is often cruel and misunderstanding, please know that there are people who are delighted by you just because you exist. that your existence itself is poetic. that cis women and queer women fucking LOVE you.

[ahotknife]

and i’ve been afraid of changing cus i built my life around you but time makes you bolder even children get older and i’m getting older too

[simena]

Anastasia Yarygina

[bunjywunjy]

the haunting song of the humpback whale, transcribed lovingly onto the side of a utility trailer

[miamaimania]

Iris van Herpen Spring/Summer 2017 ꩜ Wave-like optical illusion dress

[weepingwidar]

Aubrey Levinthal (American, 1986) - 4PM Subway (2020)

[unification]

they don't want you to know about the rhubarb triangle

[wizardproblems2]

went to the doctor. said I have a condition: the human condition. incurable :/

[dogtoks]

[higglety]

you're laughing. Those dogs were stuck on that large pile of snow until it melted into a tiny pile of snow and you're laughing

[loveridden1999]

in a way i am my own dead wife

[wizardproblems2]

I am so sick of constantly analyzing my body. I'm sick of it never being enough. I eat right. I don't eat much. I indulge sometimes, not often. I move at work. I move on my days off. I'm constantly tired. I drink so much water. I sleep. I journal. I go to therapy and I take supplements. There are truly no solutions. I have tried pacifism, gentle parenting, Catholic guilt, utter detachment. Psychedelic drugs. Hermetic reflection. Crying for help in every direction. Support groups. Poetry and art. So much clawing at the earth. But this thing I am in is never satisfied. I don't think it ever will be.