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dumblr · 11 months
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‘‘Why are women so much more interesting to men than men are to women?’’
-Virginia Woolf
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travelersrest · 8 months
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lilmcttens · 1 month
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"I should not be awake. You should not be awake go to sleep dumb-dumb."
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"Sleep or Suffer Pick one."
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dinojynx · 1 month
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I can't with my stupid fucking girlfriend. She just tells me her stupid fucking thoughts and sends me her stupid fucking face. She also likes all my reblogs in a minute like the fucking freak she is.
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literaturelara · 2 years
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It’s strange, isn’t it? How your heart burns and burns and suddenly turns into ice.
—The trauma of heart 
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bxdbxdboy · 1 year
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“Everything seems cool, but in case I get swooped up by a crazy ass. Here’s the first name. Here’s the last name. Here’s the Instagram, tiktok, tumblr, club penguin, animal crossing. All of it!” 
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“If anything happens to me. SEND EVRY’BODY!” 
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veiledpoet · 1 year
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May be I'm still here, but slowly taking paces away from what I endured for a long time. May be I no longer hope for things to change, nor wish that things would change, but may be, I just got used to waiting, and enduring that I can't walk away faster even when my steps aren't heavy at all.
It's surprising how I am trying to grasp for the pain, and each chance I could shed a tear for what has gone by is grabbed, wishing I could cry longer just like before, but I just can't. May be I got used to hurting, and may be, feeling the pain had become part of the flipped pages, but perhaps it's true. I'm still unlearning to love what yesterday had made me become. I can't get used to the numbness in the heart, for the decreasing throbs of pain that used to kill me thousands of tears and misery ago.
With the passing of every night, in each setting of the sun, I feel how passing moments are. What made you alive on some pages may make you miserable on the following flips, and then you'd come here, at the unclear part where things are no longer predictable, you'd slowly lose everything—living like nothing happened—or may be unlearning to live a life that has gotten used to. Here at the part where you try to hold on to what's left; memories which frustratingly no longer hurts.
May be this is how healing looks like;
a rollercoaster of emotions of once upon a time you thought was a fairytale, but was never actually a nightmare—it was real. You fell in love to unreachable dreams, but dreaming about it was already a dream come true.
Till the empty pages get filled with what the heart still whispers.
Veiled Poet // numb from memories
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"I want to be a mystery, yet be known" I want to be together, yet alone Is it too much to ask to be famous, yet unknown? To be a wanderer, yet have a home?
Kara Douglas
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mellowsmuses · 2 years
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“Oh that little show of display twernt me Ma’am, bu-I’ll take credit for planting one on the rich girl.”
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moncuries · 4 months
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guess what i watched on new years (a redraw kind of)
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travelersrest · 9 months
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lilmcttens · 1 month
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"Okay, Amity if you leave and take a shower... Can You trust your two twin siblings not to kill each other whilst I am not supervising? That is the Big Question."
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qiinamii · 7 months
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we'll do fine.
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fandomsandfeminism · 11 months
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Yall wanna hear a kinda funny, kinda sad story about my grandmother and hetero-normativity?
Ok, so... when my grandmother was in her 50s (I was an infant), she met a woman at the Unitarian Church. And, as can happen when you meet your soul mate, this event made it impossible for her to deny parts of herself that she had fiercely hidden her whole life.
All the drama- their affair being found out, the divorce with my grandfather, the court battle over who got the house, happened while I was a baby. Even in my earliest memories, it's just Mama Jo and Oma, and my grandfather lived elsewhere (first his own apartment, then a nursing home, then with us.)
But here's the thing- no one ever explained any of this to me. No one ever sat down and was like "hey, Rosie, so do you know what a lesbian is?" It was the 90s. It was Texas. I think my mom was still kinda processing all this, and just assumed that like... I was gonna figure it out. Don't mention it, let it just be normal. Like I think my mom thought that if she explained the situation, she would be making it weird? I dunno.
But like. In the 90s, in all the movies I had seen and books I had read, do you know how many same sex couples I had seen? Like. 0. Do you know how many "platonic best friend/roommates" I had seen? A lot. I had no context, is what I'm saying.
I literally thought this was a Golden Girls, roommates, besties situation until I was like...I dunno, 11? 12?
It was actually their parrot, an African Grey named Spike, imitating my grandmothers voice saying "Johanna, honey, it's getting late", that triggered the MIND BLOWN moment as I realized that *there's only one master bedroom and it only has 1 waterbed* when all the pieces finally clicked.
Anyway. I think it's a real important thing for kids to know queer people exist, for a lot of reasons, but also because kids can be clueless and it's embarrassing to have your grandmother be outted by a parrot because everyone just thought you'd figure it out on your own.
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Anyway, here is my grandma and her wife, my Oma, after they moved to Albuquerque to be artsy gay cowboys and live their best life. They helped run a "Lesbian Dude Ranch" out there (basically just with funding and financial support. As Oma has explained "traditionally, most lesbians don't have a lot of money" so they wrote the checks and let the younger ladies actually run the ranch.)
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bixels · 2 months
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There's no such thing as overpreparing for love.
Happy (late) Rarijack Valentine's.
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nymph1e · 5 months
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On Discomfort and Morality
My father finds gay men uncomfortable.
He's told me before that it's like a knee-jerk for him. Something he doesn't consciously control. He sees two men behaving romantically, and his body reacts with mild discomfort.
In the 1960s, when he was in high school, most of the boys in his form thought he was gay on the simple fact that he wasn't homophobic. He wouldn't participate in insulting queer people, he didn't care if someone was gay, he wouldn't have a problem hanging out with gay people. So people thought he was gay. That's how prevalent homophobia was in his formative years.
When I was 10, my dad told me very seriously that Holmes and Watson were gay. That it was obvious from the literature and the time period that they were meant to be a gay couple. When I was 14 and I came out to my parents as bi, when my mum was upset my dad ripped into her for it. Told her that she was being stupid, that it was my life to live how I wanted to and that she needed to get over herself.
My dad formed my views on censorship: that being that it was completely ridiculous and thoroughly evil. He didn't believe in censorship of any kind. If I asked him a question about sex, he answered it honestly. When I was 12 and I asked him about homosexuality, still young and uncertain, he told me that there was nothing wrong with it. That it was just how some people were. That there was likely an evolutionary reason for it. And that for some people it was uncomfortable on an instinctual level.
He taught me that just because you're uncomfortable with something, doesn't make it wrong. He also taught me that most people don't understand this.
I see a lot of this on the internet as of the last few years. The anti shipping movement, the terf movement, the anti ace movement. It all stems from discomfort that people have crossed wires into believing means wrong. Really every -ism and -phobia out there stems from this same fundamental aspect of humanity.
The next time you see something and you automatically think it's disgusting, or wrong, or immoral, I invite you to ask yourself: is this actually wrong or does this just make me uncomfortable?
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