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you prayed for me, or someone like me- so you say

someone gentle. I hope that I am

For you.

I am trying to remember the last time I experienced gentle love, love like the patience of growing vegetables. Love like the patience of waiting for the buck, only to shoot, and so instantly, to prepare dinner.

I prayed for you, too. I prayed for the softness. The listening. The allowance to put it all down, to let it all go, to start from scratch- to be encouraged to do what I want. To be told I have to.

When you held me, just a couple nights a go, you told me that you want me to ask you for things.

You want me to tell you what I want.

you told me that you, in all your soft edges + stone walls, want to give it to me.

You asked me and so have many others, if I could just stop running. And see what happens. I believe that is you asking me for what you want.

and I want to give it to you.

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Chicago Architecture in Paper Craft

John Morris, the blogger and photographer behind projects such as Chicago Architecture Data and Chicago Patterns, has been focusing his efforts lately on recreating some of Chicago’s most common and iconic styles of residences in paper miniature form. His latest project, called Tiny City, showcases some of Morris’ recreations of historic Chicago buildings but also invites others to join by making their own miniature models.

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my favorite block on the aids quilt

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walter white boob check

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jkasjdkasjksajfdasfdsafd goodbye

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"Queer Dyke Cruising" photos by Del LaGrace Volcano (1988) Jayne, Zed, Kim and Serena in North London

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boring take from real 21st century idiots: bdsm is bad because it's basically torture

interesting take from a fictional 14th century monk: torture is bad because it's basically sex

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Y’all… I am so sweet on someone. And they are also just. Such a fundamentally good person. And . Yes.

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untitled prose about home and finding it

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Today, I took a moment to let myself feel the hurt of being somewhere I know is not where I feel meant to be. And if there is a place that anyone is “supposed to be,” I let myself feel the anger of not being there.

Then, I took a big breath. I felt the warm breeze pass across my face, and I could’ve sworn it took the extra time to kiss me gently on my nose as it moved onward. I thanked her. I looked at the way the bright green foliage that covered the mountains, and thought about the florist giantess who was tasked with that specific mountainside. I thanked her for her good work.

I looked at the people in the parking lot, getting in their cars, getting out of their cars, loading up groceries, returning their shopping carts, waving to one another, holding hands with their children as they crossed onto the sidewalk. I felt the warmth of all of their lives, and how interwoven they are whether they know it or not- and, in the last 6 months, I had myself become part of that tapestry. I smiled at a small child, they hid behind their parent’s leg. “So bashful this one,” they laughed, and so did I. I thanked all the people, moseying and bustling alike, that hold and are held by this community.

This may not be my place, if there is such a thing.

One day, I will find mine- but this place is so many people’s place. The giantess who does the mountain bouquets crafts it with all of them in mind. The warm breeze takes her time to kiss them all, gently and perfectly, and she knows when they need it most. The people, in the parking lots with their cars and their groceries and their children, they wave to one another and call out each other’s name- always a reminder that they know you and them share a place, and that is such a joyous thing. And while it’s not my forever place, it is my place now- and I thank her every day. She’s taught me that one day, I will have a place, but until then, she will bless me with sunlight and rain showers and small town small talk.

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hiii!!! ^w^

hey u (-:

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no more laughing at my funny jokes allowed for thin people who don't reblog images of fat people or actually care about and like fat people or have fat friends

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Snoopy & Woodstock enjoying a cig break on the first nice spring say of the year

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A teaser for the first of the Teddy The Dyke Chronicles (not the official title). Torn between “why the fuck did i get myself into this art style it takes so much longer than my usual shit” and “i never want to draw any other way this is me now”

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i have not had sex in a really long time bc of stuff I was processing and the time it takes to rebuild a relationship with my body after it had been lost.

And now i feel very ready to dip my toes in the water again but it’s been so long i do not know where to start :(

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“pillow princesses are selfi-“ i don’t give a fuck !! does my girl just want to lay down and spread her legs ? i’m right there swirling my tongue around her clit and she won’t even have to worry about her legs cause i’ll place them on my shoulders !! my princess only wants to climb on my lap ? good ! she won’t have to lift a finger cause i’ll be the one pressing a vibe right to her sensitive spots. my lovely angel just needs to ask and i’ll do anything for her. and never forget about the bath after, that’s what princesses deserve !!