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redmantic · 10 days
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PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU VOTE!
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redmantic · 24 days
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The queer experience is dying your hair red every other week and gassing yourself in the process
I love dying my own hair‼️‼️
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redmantic · 29 days
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Whack a piñata and goods come flowing out
Continue to beat around the bush and you’ll never get what you want
Just go for it, maybe it’ll be sweet.
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redmantic · 1 month
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I am a breathing ghost in a room of breathing people.
I sit at my table, trying to focus.
A room so full of life, filled with chatter, my heart wants to join
Their demeanour is so inviting
I raise my head to speak
But no one is there
My voice dies alone in the air
In a room full of people, never have I felt so alone
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redmantic · 2 months
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They called you.
But your head was too loud.
They called you,
But waking was too difficult.
They called you
But you were to enraptured in your own little world to notice.
But then You blinked,
And you woke up with a clear mind
Just to see
That they have moved on.
But just because you both have healed
Doe not mean healing looks the same.
Take your time, and one day,
You’ll call to someone too.
Someone who will answer.
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redmantic · 2 months
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How far down will you fall until you lose yourself?
To willingly leap down the well, and bring me back broken teeth
Follow me deep into my rabbit hole, do you view my fur as safety?
Your devotion has made you blind.
How far down did you fall before you realised that these bones that line the hide were yours?
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redmantic · 2 months
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as elegant as candle flame
you dance around my heart
those stunning, enchanting eyes
that dress, oh how it embraces you beautify
tonight, my darling
we waltz in a barren hall
away from judgement
your hands found mine
as my lipstick finds your neck
tonight, my darling
you burn me bright
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redmantic · 2 months
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the ghosts in the mirror stand in a line.
each day she floats by the old posters
each day he pours fear into his rifle
the ghosts in his crackled pocket mirror are wailing for their sons.
today she writes him a letter, seals it with red lipstick.
today their bullets seal him a red bloody fate.
She prays the florist keeps poppies.
I pray for dawn.
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redmantic · 3 months
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♡⟡˙⋆ Our Lady Sappho ⋆˙⟡♡
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redmantic · 3 months
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Another one chosen by the folks over on the Patreon
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redmantic · 3 months
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I just wanna intertwine my fingers with a butch without getting stared down by old men
(they cannot fathom the idea that butch4butch lesbians exist)
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redmantic · 3 months
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My ideas of love as a person
Wishing she would come and take my worries away
Dreaming of realities where we could spend nights together
And listen to each others heartbeat
Instead my heart wastes away
In nights Selene gives me company with her stars
In her peace of dark
My heart thrives
Although love as a person is idealised
It it merely and only a romanised idea not meant for everyone
Not meant for me.
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redmantic · 5 months
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It feels like you only exist in my dreams
I stare at people and posters, hoping so catch a glimpse of you
But in window reflections,
I realise that I do not recognise the person staring back at me.
If I do not know who I am, how can you find me?
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redmantic · 5 months
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The love I feel for you,
Burns through my veins like the lake of fire
Screams through my head like the souls of the Dammed.
This love, so hurtful,
Disgraceful.
But yet, so pure and genuine.
Your soft eyes, your gentle hands
Make these shackles of mine bearable.
And when you trace my body, I do not bleed
Because we have no horns, but yet we have no halo
And when your lips find mine
I realise that the love I feel for you
Is not disgraceful,
It is wholesome
It is human
It is love
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redmantic · 5 months
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Your guiding light harbors ships safely
Through currents and winds you shine through
like a beacon of hope
Your harbours are so inviting
But these waves overpower me
And winds block my cries
Although you bring comfort
I can’t help but realise
I was better off admiring you from afar.
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redmantic · 5 months
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I lay awake staring at the ceiling
While people in the streets sit beneath the stars
Their outside cheers and laughter as the clock rests
Couples stop and embrace each other
Holding each other close
Starting the new year with their world
But I am here
Laying in bed
Under the ceiling
Nobody’s world.
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redmantic · 7 months
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Reblog if you love lesbianism or really like cats
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