#rainbowfruitskies

[everestmasala]

the thing ab queer spaces on the internet is like. idk which desi kid queer kid needs to hear this but coming out does not work the same way for us as it does white ppl. if u think its unsafe to come out to your family, or community or if you have to keep contact with them for whatever reason, you absolutely do not have to come out if you don’t want to. it doesn’t make u a bad queer person or a traitor or a coward or what the fuck ever. you never have to come out if you don’t want to, it doesn’t diminish your queerness in any way i promise.

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the feminine urge to have retractable tits and dick

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Okay your top 5 gayest quotes/excerpts they don't have to be explicitly gay it's all about the vibes

you say Top 5 but you will get slightly more than 5 because I'm incapable of making decisions

Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. we will never be here again.

~Homer, The Illiad

I watched a girl in a sundress kiss another girl on a park bench, and just as the sunlight spilled perfectly onto both of their hair, I thought to myself: How bravely beautiful it is, that sometimes, the sea wants the city, even when it has been told its entire life it was meant for the shore.

~Christopher Poindexter, I watched a girl in a sundress

I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you.

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I want to meet you in every place I ever loved. Listen to me. I am your echo. I would rather break the world than lose you.

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Tell me something true, or tell me nothing at all.

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PS. I write to you in stings, Red, but this is me, the truth of me, as I do so: broken open by the act, in the palm of your hand, dying.

~Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, This is how you lose the time war

to wake and find you sitting up in bed

with your black hair and gold skin

leaning against the white wall

a perfect slant of sunlight slashed

across your chest as if God

were Rembrandt or maybe Ingmar Bergman

but luckily it’s too early to go to the movies

and all the museums are closed on Tuesday

anyway I’d rather be here with you

than in New York or possibly Amsterdam

with our eyes and lips and legs and bellies

and the sun as big as a house in the sky

and five minutes left before the world begins”

~Lesléa Newman, Possibly

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

~W.H. Auden, Funeral Blues

Mujh se pehli si muhabbat mere mehboob na maang

Maine samjhaa tha ke tu hai to darakhshaan hai hayaat

Tera gham hai to gham-e-dehar ka jhagdaa kyaa hai

Teri surat se hai aalam mein bahaaron ko sabaat

Teri aankhon ke siwaa duniyaa mein rakhkhaa kya hai

Tu jo mil jaaye to taqdir nigoon ho jaaye

Yoon na thaa maine faqat chaahaa thaa yoon ho jaaye

Aur bhi dukh hai zamaane mein muhabbat ke siwaa

Raahatein aur bhi hain vasl ki raahat ke siwaa

Anginat sadiyon ki taareeq bahemaanaa tilism

Resham-o-atlas-o-kamkhwaab mein bunvaaye hue

Ja-ba-ja bikte hue koochaa-o-baazaar mein jism

Khaak mein lithade hue, khoon mein nehlaaye hue

Jism nikle hue amraaz ke tannooron se

Peep behti hui galte hue naasooron se

Laut jaati hai udhar ko bhi nazar, kya keeje?

Ab bhi dilkash hai tera husn, magar kya keeje?

Aur bhi dukh hai zamaane mein muhabbat ke siwaa

Raahatein aur bhi hain vasl ki raahat ke siwaa

Mujh se pehli si muhabbat mere mehboob na maang

~Faiz Ahmed Faiz, mujhse pehli si mohabbat

gulshan-e-yād meñ gar aaj dam-e-bād-e-sabā

phir se chāhe ki gul-afshāñ ho to ho jaane do

umr-e-rafta ke kisī taaq pe bisrā huā dard

phir se chāhe ki farozāñ ho to ho jaane do

jaise begāne se ab milte ho vaise hī sahī

aao do chaar ghaḌī mere muqābil baiTho

garche mil-baiTheñge ham tum to mulāqāt ke ba.ad

apnā ehsās-e-ziyāñ aur ziyāda hogā

ham-suḳhan hoñge jo ham donoñ to har baat ke biich

an-kahī baat kā mauhūm sā parda hogā

koī iqrār na maiñ yaad dilā.ūñgā tumheñ

koī mazmūn vafā kā na jafā kā hogā

gard-e-ayyām kī tahrīr ko dhone ke liye

tum se goyā hoñ dam-e-dīd jo merī palkeñ

tum jo chāho to suno aur jo na chāho na suno

aur jo harf kareñ mujh se gurezāñ āñkheñ

tum jo chāho to kaho aur jo na chāho na kaho

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Down the memory lanes, on which

you've strolled since ages past

They will end if you walk farther a step or two

Where exits the turn towards the wilderness of forgetfulness

beyond which, there isn't any Me, nor any You

My eyes hold their breath, for any moment you

may turn back, move ahead, or at least turn to look back

Although my sight knows that the wish is just a farce

For if ever it were to run across your eyes again

right there will spring forth another pathway

Like always, where ever we run into, there will begin

another journey of your lock's shadow, your embrace's tremor

The other wish is also in error, for my heart knows

There is no turn here, no wilderness, no mountain-range

beyond whose horizon, my perpetual sun-of-your-Love can set

May you continue walking these pathways, its better this way

If you don't even turn to look back, it is okay

~Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Koi ashiq Kisi mehbub se

you like a goddess

and in your song most of all she rejoiced.

But now she is conspicuous among Lydian women

as sometimes at sunset

the rosyfingered moon

surpasses all the stars. And her light

stretches over salt sea

equally and flowerdeep fields.

And the beautiful dew is poured out

and roses bloom and frail

chervil and flowering sweetclover.

But she goes back and forth remembering

gentle Atthis and in longing

she bites her tender mind

~Sappho, fragment

[everestmasala]

I accidentally came out to my mother yesterday by making a gay joke and thankfully she thought I was kidding/didn't want to face it rn so she let it go but holy coconut flavoured jellybeans I was so scared djxuneudnsk

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my gender is Harry Styles' open sternumed shirts

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would I still be mspec queer if men's hands weren't Like That. in the absence of Hands™ would I even be attracted to men 🤔

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mothers with crackhead energy and no sense of boundaries 🤝 having queer kids