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boyswillbebutch · 2 months ago

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I love the feeling of being excited to wear an outfit

#CRAZY IM CRAZYBYAYAYAYAYAAYYYY #i MUST send it to everyone who wont see it tomorrow cuz i think its gonna be good #I LOVE LIFE!!! YAAAY #thoughts in the void

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semataryswife · 29 days ago

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I really just need my own space it’s time to leave

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thatvoidthing · 4 months ago

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Formless Beasts Four

The bulk of this piece was finished last year. But the beasts have been gaining newer forms recently and it’s about time this piece sprouted and started moving along it’s needed void.

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nastyphoenix · 7 months ago

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Ohhhh, how you make me feel, dear november…

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secret-lakes · 12 days ago

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stupid leegene thoughts ig

i tried to read queer again but i keep distracting myself with the annotations from the first two reads....... i might need to buy another one just to read and annotate again without my previous thoughts infiltrating ?

every time i read it, or think about it, or watch the movie i think of all the alternative universes where lee and eugene get to be happy... they're such a tragic pair i kind of have the (weird) need to make up a scenario where they're as happy as they deserve to be

#queer 2024 #william lee #eugene allerton #leegene #queer film #queer movie #thoughts in the void #william s burroughs

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feuilletonette · 2 months ago

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On the Communion of Curious Minds...

There is a particular kind of nakedness that happens not in the removing of clothes, but in the unwrapping of thoughts—when someone leans across the table, wine forgotten, to ask “But what do you really believe about the soul?” with the intensity others reserve for declarations of love. This is my own form of intimacy: the meeting of two minds barefoot in the territory of ideas, where every exchanged thought is both confession and caress.

We’ve been taught to eroticize the body but sterilize the intellect, as if the most vulnerable thing one can offer isn’t their flesh but their narratives—the half-formed theories whispered at night, the dog-eared passages of novels that shaped your inner world, the way your hands move when you’re trying to shape an image into the language of sight. To be understood in one’s thinking is a deeper penetration than any physical act; to have your metaphors cherished is a more profound surrender.

The ancients knew this. Socrates tracing concepts on Alcibiades’ skin with his words. Abelard and Héloïse weaving theology into their lovemaking. That night we spent passing Shire and Wynter’s back and forth like kisses, our fingers brushing over annotated margins—weren’t we, in our way, making love? The mind, after all, has its own erogenous zones: the place behind the ear that heats when someone dismantles your argument only to rebuild it better, the shiver when they quote your own forgotten words back to you.

Let others reduce intimacy to bodies. We’ll take the tremble in a voice when explaining Kant’s sublime, the gasp of recognition when Venn diagrams of belief overlap, the afterglow that lingers when two people have thought something new into existence between them. This is how philosophers love: with parentheses left open for the other to complete, with footnotes that say “See also: your eyes when you’re about to understand.”

(And when we finally come apart, it will be with our mothers’ proverbs on our tongues—half in forgotten, half in protest—as the ancestors lean in to catch the echoes of what we’ve dared to reimagine; salt and wonder and the faint metallic tang of all the words we’ve yet to spill.)

#intellectual intimacy #dark academia #poetry #intellect devourer #anais nin #madonna in a fur coat #thoughts in the void #devotion #the secret history

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lostintimeandspace00 · 5 months ago

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I did not know how long had passed, I found myself drifting. Mist clouding my thoughts, a whirling storm in the night.

The sharpness of my existence blurred as my mind wandered past the physical.

The hard wood floor beneath my feet, sunken and old, a test of meaningless time.

The room around insignificant to my experience, set in immense emptiness .

My senses failed me sometime of the moment I found myself here. Something deep inside stirred, unable to breathe. Escape.

Distorted, I was on the verge, the edge of my existence or sanity I did not know. I strained to focus on the moonbeams spilling onto that sunken surface below me. The blanket of stars mocking my existence with their enormity. I was lost, long lost, un able for redemption as I stared upon the stars. A vastness unable of comprehension.

Words repeating, repeating, repeating in my mind. Racing. As I tried to make sense of it all before all sense was lost. I strained on those mocking stars as my eyes became heavy.

This is a spoken part of a new song I’m writing 🤭hope you guys like it.

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boyswillbebutch · 11 months ago

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FRANCIS.

#DUDE #FRANCISSSSSFRANCIS WHAT THE FUCK #I LOVE YOU FRANCIS BUT OH MY GOD #dndads #the peachyville horror #thoughts in the void

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semataryswife · 6 months ago

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And I don’t want to leave…I’ll just be a blank canvas my real personality is beyond this hallway waiting for someone to discover it

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stardustbards · 7 months ago

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At Hozier last night I was sitting outside and all the little critters came out to listen. Like there were rats and possums almost a metre away from me, and I’m not talking about the gay people.

#hozier #thoughts in the void

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boyswillbebutch · 7 months ago

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we need more short butch representation in my humble opinion

#coming from a short masc lmao #masc is stretching it #your local short twinkbutch #anyways #thoughts in the void

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semataryswife · 5 months ago

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I WILL NOT ACCEPT A LIFE I DO NOT DESERVE