Our Boys Showing Their Pride 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Love is love 💕💖

Chong Hyon-Jong, tr. by U-Ch'ang Kim, from The Silence of Love: Twentieth-century Korean Poetry; “A Walk”

[Text ID: "Melancholy sinks into the marrow; / desire comes whispering; / consciousness burns like fire."]

We are what we love.

If they don’t know you personally, don’t take it personally..

“Some cry with tears; others with thoughts.”

— Octavio Paz

“Her aura is made of poetry, roses, and galaxies”

— Unknown

cardigan ; taylor swift | hard feelings/loveless ; lorde

Michael teaching tori to skate 🥹

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How is it that something as destructive can make us feel so comfortable? I watch the tingling flames, as if trying to read between the lines of their stories. They seem to keep their secrets to themselves. I feel the weight liften from my mind as my ghosts vanish into the night, one wreath of smoke at a time.