"Every wish of the body belongs to it. And every wish is a hand, expressing that desire. And every hand is a storm that is bigger than the world, reaching for us." - We Know the Devil (25 ~ they/them) (trans inclusive, queer positive)
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It's crazy how giant squids and sperm whales just have like giant kaiju battles down in the deepest depths everyday and it's real
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it is and it isn't. it was and it will never be. there is you, and there is me, and there is the me that i am with you, the us-ness of you and me.
there is always an opposite. an antonym. it shares its meaning with the thing that it defies, it defines itself by what it opposes, so how could they be divorced from each other?
#thinking about slay the princess. good game#yeah yeah ik jup likes the game with the goddess with infinite hands biiiig surprise XD
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What if the best years of our lives are already over? How can I chase happiness when it feels like it's behind me?
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Ocean Vuong// @jupiter-suggestion // ??//@constellatedlove //??// @sweatermuppet //Nelly Sachs (translated by Eric Plattner)//
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is anyone else disgusted by the enormity of their desire or is it just me & richard siken
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Better to have said nothing at all
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For the ask game: idk why but in my head you have brown hair, and slightly knobby fingers ? (No reason just. The picture I get lol)
ooh this is interesting. my hair is naturally brownish but i like to dye it 😊 not sure if my fingers count as knobby :0 i have long palms, haha
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anonymously make an assumption about me and i'll confirm/deny it
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we live our lives like the phases of the moons; ever-shifting, yet remaining. no matter the phase, the moon is always the moon, and our lives are always ours. it is about cycles. changing and returning.
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breaking down like crumbling towers, like joints rubbing themselves raw; "i miss you, why won't you talk to me, where do i find the strength to say hello from a distance?"
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one day we’ll let ourselves be angry. we’ll cry and scream and shout at each other. we’ll stop being refined and good, let our shields slough away and reveal the dark and twisting underbelly of our insides. we’ll throw things at the wall and we won’t apologize. we’ll let ourselves snap and break and splinter. and one day, we’ll let our fingers crack off and the anger spill out and our hatred of being good fill up our bones and we’ll feel free.
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it is and it isn't. it was and it will never be. there is you, and there is me, and there is the me that i am with you, the us-ness of you and me.
there is always an opposite. an antonym. it shares its meaning with the thing that it defies, it defines itself by what it opposes, so how could they be divorced from each other?
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it will be so fine.
wake up in bed, warm sheets, warm heart. the sun greets you like a friend and it's fine.
eat what nourishes you. perform the routine with only minor setbacks, hitches that make you laugh instead of cry. engage with simple joys. it is so fine.
have moments of weakness. fall back into old habits. cry in the shower. this, too, is fine.
look your reflection in the eye and resolve to try again. wake up warm and greet the sun like a friend.
you will be so, so fine.
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my body is a shipwreck, salt-soaked wood bloated and motionless at the bottom of the sea. storm-battered, destroyed, precious cargo lost to the currents. nothing left but a home for the sharks.
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a soft palm curved over parted lips. gentle breath against your fingertips. in the dark we know each other by the quiet rhythms of our bodies, by the breath and the pulse and the shake. in the shallows of each other we find the depths of ourselves.
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