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Even for me, life had its gleams of sunshine.

In the Country of Resurrection, Ada Limón | Morning Coffee, Mary Bradish Titcomb | Morning Sun, Edward Hopper | Daily Bread, Night Sky with Exit Wounds, Ocean Vuong ( @beautymyeyes-see ) | Sun in an Empty Room, Edward Hopper | After the Storm, Olena Babak | Afternoon on a Hill, Edna St. Vincent Millay ( @fairyette ) | Green and Gold, Henry Scott Tuke | The Black Brook, John Singer Sargent | Snake, Mary Oliver ( @tenderfaery )

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Water Lilies — Japanese Bridge, Claude Monet (1923)   

At the age of eighty-two Monet discovered that he had a cataract. The deterioration of his eyesight was horrifying to the artist, who wrote, 'I realized with terror that I could see nothing with my right eye .. a specialist... told me that I had a cataract and that the other eye was also slightly affected. It's in vain that they tell me it's not serious, that after the operation I will see as before, I'm very disturbed and anxious,' In 1923 he was operated on three times to try and correct his right eye. The brilliant fiery reds and yellows of Water Lilies - Japanese Bridge, 1923 are indicative of the impaired sight of the artist, seeing his bridge within a reduced palette. Yet it is the most evocative sum of color and light and composition, creating on overall startlingly emotive effect.

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just listened to nettles for the first time

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴.

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It is always good to have an unhealthy infatuation with a random person on the internet

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untitled (2017) tumblr / instagram / tictail

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christopher citro, “our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks” / @inkskinned‘s poem about love between women

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hannibal lecter is not "pansexual" hes a campy old european queen who most probably spent his youth sucking & fucking & doing designer drugs & planning out deeply erotic crime scenes in italy. if you asked him about his sexuality he would smile almost imperceptibly & say something like why must one limit himself in matters of passion & maybe add you to the list of dinner ingredients

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rip dorian gray you would’ve loved liquid smooth by mitski

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bon the fuck jour

queers- never kill yourself. there might be new mcr

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thinking about the comments under this pinterest post i saw

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Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; "That You Love Me In Green,"

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the inherent tenderness of october overwhelms me so much sometimes. its all about soft rock, lamenting past lovers and trying your very best to not cry in the grocery store. it feels like peeled oranges on your mother’s lap. it feels like growing up.

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The love will stay even if you don’t

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I don't care if she commits atrocities, bro, she's justified by the narrative

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she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.