2024
At the strike of midnight he kisses me. Winter wraps around my skin, leaving behind the faint buzz of thunder and smoke. My fingers melt under the heat of his skin, champagne pouring over our heads, drowning our lungs.
Outside, the wind howls. Flowers wither, for its is not their season. Yet their roots keep on living.
Outside it's cold.
Inside, warm.
Come forward, my love. Merge with the painting my heart has made. Stroll through the fields with me, bring your lips to my spoon over the stove, get tainted with flour as I kiss you against the counter, laugh away the pain and cry away the joy.
I ache, my love. Everyday.
I have yet to meet you. Yet I miss you.
I wake up. Everyday. My sheets are cold.
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I know many people with weird and wonderful lifestyles from circus folk to influencers, but honestly the friend I am most jealous of:
lives in the middle of nowhere Vermont in an early 1800s farmhouse he restored himself
divides his time between farming cows, sheep, and pigs and handcrafting historic reproduction fabrics for museums
has an impressive collection of spinning wheels and looms
makes his own butter and cheese
is married to the mailman like the main character in some kind of hallmark movie
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“I’ve fallen madly in love with a woman. And it seems to me so absolutely natural and genuine - there’s nothing problematic about it at all. I just feel proud and uncontrollably glad.”
- Tove Jansson
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mock up page for a nonexistent childrens book featuring g3 snowflake and sunny daze
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whoever decided to give me a human form, i hope u lost your job. i was supposed to be a little goblin living in a tiny house in the woods
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♥️ Happy new year from our little family ♥️
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If I can't go hide in the woods for a week and come back an ancient druid with horns and infinite knowledge then what is the point in living this life.
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I wasn't made to work!!! I wasn't made for capitalism!!! I was made to be a little malewife and make soup for my beautiful partner. I was made to decide the valance curtains for our kitchen window. I was made to dust off our millions of knick-knacks. I was made to choose the paint colors for our house and then show my support through fresh lemonade and cookies while other people paint it.
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For by my side you put on
many wreaths of roses and garlands of flowers
around your soft neck.
And with precious and royal perfume
you anointed yourself.
On soft beds, you satisfied your passion.
And there was no dance,
no holy place
from which we were absent.
-Sappho
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transgender legwarmers >>>
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