writing this from a place of complete and utter exhaustion. i’m ready to stop having to fight so damn hard for life.

please share this. please help get us home. thank you 🫶🏻

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They had killed themselves over our dying forests, over manatees maimed by propellers as they surfaced to drink from garden hoses; … they had killed themselves over the failure to find a love none of us could ever be.

Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

/ when gorse is in bloom, kissing is in season /

📷: @britishgardener

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or, maybe intimacy is feeling safe without the masks.

@howlogram.bsky.social ~ two queer disabled artists in need of #mutualaid ✨ please do us the greatest kindness by reading the slides below, liking, commenting, and reposting. thank you from the bottom of our hearts. 🫶🏻 for a more detailed version of this post, see @gonewylde or @aiyawylde on IG.

loving you every day @howlogramrowe-alt.bsky.social

It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another. /
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“For whatsoever from one place doth fall, is with the tide unto another brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.”

The Faerie Queene, Edmund Spenser

“their body over mine as it was this afternoon, they made a beast out of me like how the song says, and it didn’t matter whether or not the door was ajar, who might see or hear or enter.”

— an excerpt from my latest Substack piece (link in comments)

at by @sarahjarrettart.bsky.social

it is february, and i feel lost, alone, tired, and afraid. i think most of us do. clinging to what is tenacious in me, in us, even when if it kills.

morse code on the piano,
ruddy glow in my orange robe,
rainbows across the wall,
yellow toenail against the dark,
everytime on repeat.

#severeme #bathday