#poem or textpost?

[thuesdaynightdykelife]

A love letter to my flamboyant butches,

Those of you who talk like a melody, accompanied by the dance of your hands. The theatrics in the way you converse, a show anyone would be lucky to see.

Your exuberance isn't at odds with your masculinity. Your flamboyance doesn't soften your butchness.

A peacock ruffling it's feathers, train-rattling, carabiner, chain-rattling. The elaborate adornments you cover yourself in, cloth, ink, metal.

Taking full advantage of the range of expression that queer masculinity offers. You blow me away, you send stars to my eyes, you show me all that could be.

You are unmissable, you are unforgettable, and you add so much vibrancy to this beautiful community.

[katerinaaqu]

I dunno if you noticed but regardless of whether Achilles got married to Deidamia before his disguise at the palace of her father or after and their union happened while Achilles lived there; Neoptolemus lived for a little while with his mother, a cross-dressing father and on occasion with the help of Patroclus and his grandfather.

Do what you will with that information!

[kujousaramybeloved]

in honor of mondstadt and liyue meeting up to maximize their joint slay

[hashimablog]

ᴘᴇʀᴏ ɴᴏsᴇ sɪ ᴛᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪᴇɴᴇ, ᴛᴇɴᴇʀ ᴀ ᴀʟɢᴜɪᴇɴ ᴀsɪ́ ᴇɴ ᴛᴜ ᴠɪᴅᴀ.

[photoproofedk1sses]

i choose you and everything that comes with you.

[zackstriker]

yaoi open in one browser tab poetry in the other

[her-stars]

I call her my moon but she is the sun and the stars. i am just the moon reflecting off her, cherishing and adores her light.

cosmos of a thousand stars I found the one I met in my dreams. who said she'd meet me between the sky and sea.

she was like a golden light, the warmth of the sun as it soaks into your skin. that bright spark of kindness on a lone wildflower to bloom.

she's a light so rare a comfort in fear, that glimmer spark of hope. my golden flame under the same sky I'll follow you through any cloud.

-Faith

[castroxche]

You said the sun would rise. Let’s go along those unmapped paths to free the green alligator you love. And let’s go obliterating insults with our brows swept with dark insurgent stars. We shall have victory or shoot past death. At the first shot the whole jungle will awake with fresh amazement and there and then serene company we’ll be at your side. When your voice quarters the four winds reforma agraria, justice, bread, freedom, we’ll be there with identical accents at your side. And when the clean operation against the tyrant ends at the end of the day there and then set for the final battle we’ll be at your side. And when the wild beast licks his wounded side where the dart of Cuba hits him we’ll be at your side with proud hearts. Don’t ever think our integrity can be sapped by those decorated fleas hopping with gifts we want their rifles, their bullets an a rock nothing else. And if iron stands in our way we ask for a sheet of Cuban tears to cover our guerrilla bones on the journey to American history. Nothing more.

—Ernesto "Che" Guevara, Song to Fidel, 1956.

[storm--moon]

I tried to grow up

just like my mom said,

and now I’m unlearning

the trauma that fed.

I want to progress

like the system suggests,

but the world gives no proof of the value.

[cult-of-the-eye]

Thinking about the relationship between a dog and a wolf...does a dog ever think about how in a different universe it too could be howling beneath the moon, running free, with corpses between its jaws? Does it think of that and find the open sky is too cold? Or does it yearn for a chill setting deep into its bones? Does the wolf's hind legs ever tire of running? Or does it sleep peacefully knowing it would prefer pain over shackles any day? Do they ever lock eyes knowing they've come closer to divinity than any of us would ever know?

[sadinjuly]

[katerinaaqu]

Friendly reminder that Athena and Hera rebelled against Zeus in a full fucking coup and defied him again in the Iliad and still live in all honors in Olympus. Zeus never went further than empty threats with either of them.

Let that sink in

[hyakinthou-naos]

And I wondered when it would stop

The longing and the saddness

Wondered why this hole in my chest was never full

Or had never been filled

And I wondered why I was never satisfied

Why this world was not enough yet too much all at once

And I looked at my own hands

And I remembered all that things I had ever broken

Shattered teapots and shattered hearts

And small things held too tightly

But the Mousai stand behind me

Gently tugging at the frayed edges of my mind

And I look back at my own hands

And I remember all the things I have ever made

Cross stitch hangings and short lived love

And memories of those gone who still live inside me

And inside others

And I thought to myself -

Maybe being full, and being happy, are not the same

A locked door allows no entry

And a glass full of water cannot take on any more

But there is so much more left in me,

So much left to break - and create - and feel

So maybe the hole remains

To hold space for rearranging

Or for new additions

Or for spring cleaning

And so the longing might remain

But the sadness

Is temporary

- Holding Space; Poem by Aön Re

[enigmaticc]

credit goes to her :)

[photoproofedk1sses]

they deserve the world,

so i will adorn them with rings from saturn and perfumes from venus.

and if they asked more of me,

i would take them to star after star and give a reason why i love them

until we run out of stars.

-ak

[pyschologicalrocketgirl]

richard siken//dirty valentine