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mauvelvr · 7 months
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co-dependent homoerotic bone rot
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At least,
your bones will always be the same
that tangled in mine
on walks home from school,
back in that little bit of time
before we became archived photos on instagram,
liked messages,
other sides of the country -
living out our plans with others
made when for womanhood we were hungry,
when our seeds were sown in that
leisure centre park -
our first attempt at girlhood
fresh limbs playing games
i thought i was winning
but at least,
when your bones rot,
the earth will know
that we went down that sled together,
landed tangled in the snow
tied together through our invisible
string,
our bones forever,
tree stump rings
of girls you leave behind;
im sure my mark is there somewhere
even if you don't want to remember.
i'm there even if you never think of me again,
you'll hear my name
and you'll be tumbling down the hill,
plastic sled edges cutting through your mittens,
the girl who you told you loved
before either of you knew what that meant,
with her legs wrapped around you
holding you tighter
plummeting towards the unknown,
towards the answers you will find
but never be able to share with each other.
but your bones will know -
they will ache
and they will rot,
but they will always know.
-mauvelvr
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oopsallfanfic · 11 months
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Original Poetry
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Magenta Trail
Desires
Making Plans
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poetry-she-wrote · 10 months
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she - written by me
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gatheringbones · 2 years
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ronda slater, what I need is: a contemplation of bisexuality, from bi any other name: bisexual people speak out, edited by Lorraine Hutchins and Lani Kaahumanu, 1991
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fixing-bad-posts · 2 months
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My favourite is bi trans lesbians !!!!! We support!!!!
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fella-lovin-fella · 1 year
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losing my mind over this, actually.
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bismutharts · 3 months
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make bad art / page intentionally left blank
a mini zine about perfectionism
image description applying to all photos: a background of bright colourful floral fabric with in front of it a booklet, each photo a different page. individual image description embedded
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storytimewriting · 19 days
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to love through femininity is a softer kind of love
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bangsandbootys · 14 days
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Hi babies, someone talk to me today to save me from death by boredom❤️
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furiousfinnstan · 3 months
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I don't have enough money for rent and it's due 6 feb🫥😶‍🌫️ anyways my commissions are always open!there is 10 open slots!also anyone who d*nates to my k0fi can ask for a sketch and below are my shop links etc etc etc JAN 28 2024
https://society6.com/ninandrej
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oopsallfanfic · 11 months
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Making Plans
What do you do when you have too many thoughts in your head?
Do you beat them out like I do?
Do you drink them away?
Do you smoke until your bowl is burnt?
What do you do when you have friends to talk to but none of them understand your struggles?
Do you bottle it up like I do?
Do you keep it to yourself until you’re screaming?
Do you finally tell them that you’re not okay?
What do you do when you want it all to end?
Do you go for a drive with loud music like I do?
Do you see about a quick swim?
Do you contemplate buying tapes and record your 13 reasons?
What do you do to suppress the thoughts in your head?
Do you listen to loud music and ignore them like I do?
Do you take your medicine like you’re supposed to?
Do you cry into your pillow and let them out?
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star-girlfriend · 9 months
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An ode to the sapphic teenager experience of being helplessly in love with your best friend
unknown // florence + the machine how big, how blue, how beautiful // unknown // pinterest // @ka_waltz on twitter // nastya haiko & diana on instagram // katie found my first summer // olivia gatwood the lover as a cult, life of the party // the smiths back to the old house // sue zhao
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slime-hoe · 3 months
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I know it's early but I need lesbian huskerdust content.
Clarification I'm a baby dyke not some weird fetishy dude. Also I love the guys as they are I just am excited by the realization that they would make a cute butch/femme couple
Just idk something about imagining husk as a handsome woman makes me very flustered.
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fixing-bad-posts · 7 months
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Okay not to be that person but I'm getting really sick and tired of hearing/seeing people be mean, so stop.
And yes, labels can be fluid and contradict each other sometimes <3
Bi lesbian is a valid sexuality
No hate on my dash.
Edit: Adding on real quick, nb people can be lesbians If you identify as a lesbian.
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im-secretly-a-frog · 4 months
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"May I love you?"
I whispered in your ear,
you didn't seem to hear.
"Can I love you?"
Is it even allowed?
It's so hard to say aloud.
"Please, my darling,"
I wrapped my arms around you,
I didn't know what else to do.
"Call me darling."
I look into your eyes,
I look past your disguise.
I love you.
Gently.
Fiercely.
wonderfully.
Darling, let me love you.
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glasswaters · 9 months
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an ode to happy trails. to furred backs and sloping bellies. to beards and bushy brows and yellowed teeth. to crooked smiles and rough laughter, to white a-shirts gone translucent with sweat.
hands gone rough with callouses. faces gone wrinkled and dark with age. chest hair with white streaks through it, jewellery worn and scratched.
a love letter to hairy calves, slashed with scars. to low smoldering grills and the scent of just-burnt meat. the sun has not yet set, this summer, and the grass has yellowed. there is laughter around the table, and the paper plates are stacked, half-full and mostly torn, by the bin.
to potatoes wrapped in aluminium foil, greasy fingers, to picking at corn and bones in between beer-softened giggles and burned shoulders. thinking idly about hair and mouths.
and beautiful men.
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