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day 237 - probably, right?

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seeing a group of cool alt queer people chilling together in public feels like this

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Susie but she's one of lizards I saw on a walk yesterday

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@socalgal

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I need someone to match my freak (emotional dissonance)

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Do you ever get the feeling

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Hehe :)

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beetle juice????? yikes !! ummm i think I’ll stick with APPLE juice if that’s okay with everyone !!!

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“Pretending to fall asleep to see what she would do”

(via)

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And don't forget to stay up til 3 am every night doing nothing productive for no reason every day for a month

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baby i could treat you so good you just have to get past my strange and off-putting demeanor and my kubrick stare and my inability to behave like a human and the 40 layers of icy fortress walls i have up and answer my riddles three

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tomorrow isnt promised. you need to eat greasy foods today.

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Reblog if your art project has not, does not, and never will make use of generative ai at any point in your creative process.

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idk i just really want everyone to know about the word vermiculation

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animated the "It's okay not to smile" scene from chapter 4

youtube link

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is there anything more bitter than letting go of friends that you thought were your ride or die? coming to terms with the fact that you’re walking down different paths and you’ll be dismembered if you don’t let go of their hand. being true to yourself and your self-worth is something we’re never warned about. no one ever tells you that you’ll spend weeks pondering where it went wrong, what you did wrong, until you come to the somber realization that your time together on this earth just might be over. 

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"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.