Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
what's it like being someone's favorite person? is it as nice as it sounds? do their hugs feel warmer? do their smiles look brighter? do they think about you more often than about others? do their eyes light up when they see you? do they feel safer with you? do they tell you their corny jokes? do they actually hold a special place in their hearts just for you? do they hold your hand tighter? do they love you the most?
i dont want to download tinder i want girls to invite me over through premonition and dreams
Looking up at the moon, hoping you’re looking too
Natalie Diaz, “Manhattan Is a Lenape Word.” Postcolonial Love Poem
Gold posey ring inscribed "My Heart You Have/ And Yours I Crave" English, 17th-18th century
from Timeline Auctions
I hope you guys like…eventually live the life you want to live and I hope nothing haunts you for too long and I hope you’re all kind to yourselves
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
slut era (just trying to make new friends)
The Sorrow Festival, Erin Slaughter
when the loneliness of solitary adulthood in winter feels like a physical, scalding pain