It’ll mean a lot to my friend, who’s having a tough time with bullies lately.
A nice clean version of the photo I put up just now. “No more Regency Silver Snuffboxes.” They are shooting it as I type this. And oh, they are wonderful.
just like enamored by this interaction i had yesterday and again today with this old gay man…not to be like ‘oh what a feeling to see someone who has survived’ but literally that & today we actually ended up chatting and he asked me “are you family?” which i didn’t catch at all until he gave me an extremely knowing look (chin tilt, raised eyebrow. and he really just had such a shine about him, too) and i just got flooded with this big stupid feeling thinking about how much he has seen and known…about many things but esp lgbt community as it exists offline and historically & how if i were to ask, and were somehow able to know, there are 1000 different lifetimes in his, i’m sure. his name is leonardo
Fucking cheerleaders.
All right, you primitive screw-heads. Listen up…
god bless this man honestly
Meet the American Gods
from now on your tumblr nickname is whatever you get from this sexual identity generator ☆
imagine Bob Ross painting in the style of Hieronymus Bosch
“this little demon down here is kind of lonely, let’s give him some happy little friends. little demon party.”
and the mortifying ordeal of being known Graham | transman | 30s | three crows in a trench coat
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