#longing and yearning

[s-extap3]

if i don’t get dick soon i might just d*e

[lumimis]

this is fine

[within-the-last-minute]

stay safe because i like being alive at the same time as you.

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

[feral-ballad]

Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”

[maryqos]

coco mellors, cleopatra and frankenstein.

[prince-ashitaka]

Lets create a house where yelling means we’re having fun. When you hear a door slam you know it was accidentally pulled with too much strength, not slammed out of anger. When there is silence, it is Contentment, not another passive aggressive fight. The dog is no longer barking to protect, he simply just wants the cats to play with him. Let’s create a safe, warm environment that makes you feel like you can breathe, not hold your breath. Let’s stomp on the eggshells we use to tip toe on. Together we will make this house into a home. And welcome all with open arms into this kind and loving space.

[hinamie]

unconditionally

[texaschainsawmascara]

Iva Luliashi, It's invisible and you can't smell it, 2016, oil on canvas

[sweeterboylove]

want to kiss a man's stomach and tell him hes handsome

[guinevereslancelot]

first base is wound tending second base is hand touching

[lavend3r-stardust]

"Imagine liking trans boys." On it boss 🗣🗣🗣 You bet your ass I'mma love the hell outta them 💪💪💪❗️❗️❗️😤😤😤

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.

[text id: i am too little, and too much, and never enough.]

[feral-ballad]

Rafael Alberti, tr. by Ben Belitt, from An Anthology of Spanish Poetry: From the Beginnings to the Present Day, Including Both Spain and Spanish America; "Paradise Lost"

[Text ID: “Across centuries / and the void of a world, / sleepless, I seek you.”]

[swirlingyouintomypoems]

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

@dog-teeth/nobody - mitski/@ lilrainpoety on instagram/little weirds - jenny slate/@blossomfully/@chaandajaan/strawberry blond - mitski/wishbone - richard siken/salt - salma deera/unable to find a source/mia hollow/the unabridged journals of sylvia plath/nobody - mitski/crush - richard siken

[pansyboybloom]

when a man's shirt rides up, exposing the hem of his boxers and his stomach and happy trail