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peachypie-puppy · 1 year
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Notes app poem about feeling in creative and useless 🤭
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asoftepiloguemylove · 2 years
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"This is the endless wanderlust: dervish, yours is the April-upon-April love that kept me spinning even beyond your eventful arms toward the unsurpassed: the one vast claiming heart, the glimmering, the beautiful and revealed Signor."
Cyrus Cassells, Beautiful Signor
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yourdailyqueer · 4 months
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Mutsuo Takahashi
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
DOB: 15 December 1937
Ethnicity: Japanese
Occupation: Poet, writer
Note: Is one of the most prominent and prolific male poets, essayists, and writers of contemporary Japan, with more than three dozen collections of poetry, several works of prose, dozens of books of essays, and several major literary prizes to his name.
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siriuslypoetic · 9 months
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Some of my Letterboxd movie lists:
The term 'Vintage' in my descriptions doesn't necessarily mean that it's an actual old movie, it's just set in the past. I'm pretty active on Letterboxd so I'll update them once in a while.
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suvarnarekha · 5 months
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dead poet's society aesthetic ft. anderperry ✨
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“You have to die a few times before you can really live.”
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prettyboyprettyeyes · 2 months
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please just hold me softly gently but with an undertone of desperation show me i’m wanted and cherished all the things i never thought i’d be kiss me softly gently but passionately. maybe bruise me. leave a mark if you’d like. i have no problem being bruised by you. bruise my lips with the way you love me. i need the marks you leave. you leave them so lovingly.
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zomblorbs · 8 months
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when i made my boyfriend watch Dead Poets Society he realized that Ethan Hawke played todd and he flipped out and was completely infatuated with todd thru the entire movie making comments about him even when he wasnt on screen.
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v-pavlyk · 12 days
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wwxchengj · 2 months
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“Eu não quebrei o seu coração: você o quebrou; e ao quebrá-lo, você quebrou o meu.” - EB, Morro dos Ventos Uivantes
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sugaronyourtongu3 · 1 year
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Plato and jimmy were Todd and Neil before Todd and Neil. They have the same energy in more than one way
(I also feel like Todd would wear odd socks the way Plato does and Neil would forever tease him for it)
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asoftepiloguemylove · 2 years
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"I only know that I do not want you-you with your white and muscular wings that rise and ripple beneath or above me, your magnificent neck, eyes that deep mottled autumnal colors of polished tortoise-I do not want you ever to die."
Mark Doty, Turtle, Swan
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yourdailyqueer · 6 months
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Pier Paolo Pasolini (deceased)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
DOB: 5 March 1922  
RIP: 2 November 1975
Ethnicity: White - Italian
Occupation: Poet, screenwriter, playwright, journalist, actor, director
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deuteragonized · 1 year
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he loves me.
i am broken
i am bloody
i am bruised
but he loves me.
he is constant and unwavering
as the sun
he shines on me and i am warm
because he loves me.
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prettyboyprettywords · 4 months
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straddling your lap in nothing but one of your old t-shirts it hangs off my shoulder hits about mid-thigh the one thing ill always be comfortable in. im facing the man i love trying to hide how bad my head hurts my hairs damp but not dripping on my shoulders your steady hands were there with a towel the second you heard the shower turn off you didn't say anything about the lack of steam on the mirrors the way my teeth chattered you didn't mention the light being off again. now you’re holding me. hands rubbing the towel gently. drying me. what a simple act of devotion it is to warm someone when they’re freezing. i didn’t realize the water had run cold. i felt numb before i even stepped in. a shower in the dark meant to help me relocate the spark to see if it still exists. i didn’t find what i was looking for, but maybe that’s because you were outside leaning against the bathroom door. patiently waiting for me, one of your old t shirts in hand. you pulled me to your chest and pushed the tshirt over my head you did not shy away when you saw the dullness of my skin. now you have me straddling your lap as you pat a towel against me, oh so gently you’ve taken note of my current state of fragility somehow without making me feel weak i’m starting to think that the spark might be the way you touch me when i’m freezing.
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thedead-poet · 2 years
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no you don’t understand THIS WAS MY HEARTSTOPPER
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