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#asexuality poetry
myownpanicroom · 2 months
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To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.
-PLEASE REBLOG THIS YOU MAYBE ARE SAVING SOMEONES LIFE
You are special and amazing , If you need to talk or some help send me a dm and I will talk to you.
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sarahmesstuff · 2 months
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Happy weekend guys💦
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fixing-bad-posts · 6 months
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[Image description: A Tumblr text post edited into a blackout poem. Transcript below.]
to be trans, asexual, is a spectrum mspec lesbians, non-binary genders, agender, bigender, and xenogendermake the community a communityit makes us see love 🫶
Submitted by @puppyenergy
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slices-of-naranja · 5 months
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do any of my friends know the love I carry in every word i say to them. When I add too many words, drag on a joke that’s over, when I message them despite the fact the conversation barely ended five minutes ago? every word i speak is an intimacy that’s laced with outright adoration for them as people and all the little details that make them who they are. Do you know I love you? Do y’all know how much of you I try to commit to memory? How much I try to make you smile? do y’all know the love I feel for you?
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cha-mij · 8 months
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Apparently I'm a dragonfly.
Darting wings of manganese
Fly solo ‘mongst the swarm
Other colours pair, or blend
And twirl, and dance, conform.
 
To outmoded convention
Of What “always has been”
Ignoring the wings that
Circle freely, unseen.
 
Others purples have entered
The kaleidoscope dance
In harmonic singularity
Meeting only by chance
While the bonded wings dance
Their coupling operation
Their solitary companions
Fear no infatuation
 
Instead they dance together
A gamble of kinship
Purple dragonflies happy
No desire for courtship.
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trickstersaint · 4 months
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canines // december 10 2023
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kh4osinkarnate · 2 months
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Im aroace, but i crave another persons body heat next to me when i lay down in bed.
Im aroace, but i want someone i trust so much that we can have whole-body skin to skin contact without fearing that we will be harmed or advanced upon.
Im aroace, but i dont want to live in a house with just myself.
Im aroace, but i want to wake up to somebody i care for immensely every day.
Im aroace, but i want to bring another person along with me through this adventure called life.
Im aroace, but i want to feel loved and cared for and love and care for them in return.
Im aroace, but i want this all without romance; just closeness.
Im aroace, but i want a life partner that i trust above anyone else.
Im aroace, but i want to love with all of my heart. Just not the way others think i should.
Im aroace, but i have so much love to give.
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aromantic-diaries · 11 months
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For some reason I relate to aroallos more than alloaces but I guess it's simply because while I understand why people enjoy sex I just straight up don't understand romance. Also aromanticism feels more central to my identity so maybe that's why
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you sit at the piano bench. there are a few easels scattered around the room, with canvases on them, paintings left finished and unfinished alike. the sun catches on the prism you and your housemate put in the window, scattering rainbows across the room. plants spill over everything, vines and leaves swaying.
your housemate is in the kitchen, humming as they sway their way through some cake batter. there's flour on their nose. the radio is on, and quiet chatter fills the room.
you don't talk. you don't need to.
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"Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me Not to take me home It was simple, it was sweetness It was good to know You look perfect, you look different I don't wonder about your indifference If I said you could never touch me You'd come over and say I looked lovely"
- We'll Never Have Sex by Leith Ross
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true-squid · 1 month
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ok but you dont fucking get it. i love you and it doesnt mean what you think. its not heteronormative and its not nuclear and it cant be described in a way that has words. there arent words for it. its not queerplatonic. its not romantic. its not platonic. its none of those things. its incomprehensive. its unwordable. its not because youre my lover or my mother or my sibling or my friend its none of those things. you dont fucking understand. we fuck and we share our feelings and we abandom the status quo and part of the point is that we dont make sense. isnt it? isnt it?
i feel alterous. thats the best word for it because there isnt one thats better and i dont think there ever will be. its not about not wanting to be romantic or sexual its about being different. its about a new fucking category, a secret third thing, yes and no, what happens when you mix everything and nothing together.
its because i see love differently. ive recontextualized it, made myself to view it in a way that is outside of the general conception of love. i want to explain it to you but i just cant. i want to but i dont know how. you need to feel it. you need to know what its like to be alien
im aromantic and im asexual
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fixing-bad-posts · 1 year
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[Image description: A screenshot of a post featuring the video "Being Not Straight" by the YouTube channel Jaiden Animations. The thumbnail features a simplistic illustrated person in front of a striped rainbow backdrop. The caption has been edited, whiteout-poetry style, to read, "One of the most popular Youtube videos featured in this years rewind is a woman describing a sexuality. "Aromantic Asexual" – this is lit fam."]
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this is lit fam
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jellysshitpoems · 2 months
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Purification - Poem by me (jellysshitpoems)
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sirshroomie01 · 6 months
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Beating Heart
A poem I made about being aroace :)
I have a Heart
Like my friends
Like my teachers
Like my classmates.
It Beats
Like my mum's
Like my dad's
Like my sibling's.
But mine is not the same.
My friends hearts are to a girl in our year
Her long brown hair
Her shining blue eyes
Her leather black jacket.
My teachers hearts are to their lovers
Their wedding vows
At the podium
'Till death do us part'.
My classmates hearts are to their crushes
His funny jokes
Her booming confidence
Their dashing outfits.
Yet mine is not the same
My Mum's heart beats for my Dad
His annoying jokes
His passion for work
His witty words.
My Dad's heart beats for my Mum
Her love for art
Her endless wisdom
Her bright smiles .
My sibling's heart beats for their partner
Their body.
Their lips .
Their looks.
Why is mine not the same?
My heart is to Poetry
The way it tells a story
The rhythm
The words you can turn to art.
My heart is to Art
Creating things
With my own two hands
Unique to only me.
My heart is to Game Night
Tricking my family
A grin on my face
Lies in my hands.
My heart is to Myself.
It beats for Moths
The green of a luna moth
The yellow of a comet moth
The brown of the wooly bear moth.
It beats for Animals
The white wings of a gull
The slinky form of a cat
The hopping of a frog.
It beats for Clothes
The yellow of my hat
The pink of my jumper
The stripes on my legs.
It beats for Me.
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aroacesafeplaceforall · 5 months
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I could be “normal”
I could!
I could do it
I could wear that dress
And that makeup
And use that pronoun pin
And I could be “normal”
I could date that guy
Or that girl
And go on dates
And change our status’s to ‘in a relationship with’
And have sex
And I could be “normal”
I could!
I could be “normal” if I tried
I thinks that’s what scares me
Because I could do all that
But I wouldn’t
I don’t think I could actually
I think I wouldn’t
I couldn’t
I wouldn’t be happy
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tinyflowerclub · 5 months
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not alone 💜 keep holding on 💜
i created this artwork when i was holding my loneliness with hope that i'll find my way, my connections, those who will cherish my queerness, my aroaceness, and support me instead of leaving 💜
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