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Just a short little poem I wrote

When it comes to cupid, I'll always outshoot him.

Tie him up, gag him, and loot him.

Take his discount chocolates 'fore his day's even over.

Try as he might, he can't make me a lover.

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!! Can yo believe that some people believe that we don't count? FUCK THEM PEOPLE!! THEY SUCK!!

I didn't get to draw anything for pride month, but i figured id pose these again heheheh!! how i adore my colors

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happy pride, everyone, have some butterflies i made! :)

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Had to give Stan some personalized shirts

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I feel broken.

I know I'm not,

but not being able to love,

too scared to love.

Yet still able to like.

I can't call it falling in love.

It's not.

Feels like a set-up play.

Of myself, by myself.

Therefore I am broken.

I'm not but I am.

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Thought id add some variety to these little guys, meet phillip BIG, happy pride everyone :)✨

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I made pride jawbreakers and I'm selling them on stickers/ pins/ shirts and more on my Redbubble

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happy pride month everyone :)

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pride 2025

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Some Aromantic and Asexual collages I just made. :) 💚💜

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My favorite piece for pride so far. I'm just so obsessed with the look of stained glass windows

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I Don’t Want What You Think I Should

I don’t crave what you crave.

I see beauty the way an artist sees a sculpture—admiration, not desire. Presence, not possession.

You call it strange. I call it clear.

Romantic obsession? Fleeting.

Physical longing? Never took root.

Even when I’ve admired someone, put them on a pedestal—they were always art, not invitation. If I ever got too close, the illusion peeled, and all that was left was ick.

Not because I’m broken. But because I know what I am, and more importantly, what I’m not.

I’ve been told I’d be lonely.

But you’re only lonely when the company is bad.

And I’ve been bad company—to myself.

Years spent hating my reflection because I was taught I was the problem. Taught to ask “what’s wrong with me” before I ever asked “what do I actually want?”

But I unlearned that.

I loved myself back from the brink.

And I realized something—if I’m stuck with myself for life, I will not share space with shame.

I will not mourn an absence that was never mine to long for.

Because there are other kinds of connection—real ones.

A best friend who sees me without the romantic script.

A grandparent who held space like a lighthouse.

A sibling who stayed when I cracked.

Intimacy doesn’t need roses and whispered promises.

It needs truth.

It needs chosen presence without the weight of expectation.

And I have that. Because I chose it.

I’m not lacking.

I’m not confused.

I’m just not you—

and finally, I don’t need to be.

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I’ve hired these little guys to stare at you.

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The cupioromantic couple 💖

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Yeah I've made some LGBT+ flgs pins for Pride month! Happy Pride! You can get them here: SHOP