Half Of The Words I Left Unsaid Could Be Heard If He Could Read My Eyes.

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Request: Queer love as something holy. Being alienated from religion and finding your own way of worship.

Jorge Luis Borges, The Meeting in a Dream

Taylor Swift, False God

Ziggy Marley, Love Is My Religion

Frank Ocean, Bad Religion

Stephen Adly Guirgis, The Last Days of Judas Iscariot

Jake Wesley Rogers, Jacob from the Bible

John Keats to Fanny Brawne, 13th October 1819

Cardi B ft. Megan Thee Stallion, WAP

Semler, Bethlehem

Wrabel, The Village

Tosca, Ho Amato Tutto

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Fall Out Boy, Church

Lord Alfred Douglas, Two Loves

Semler, Bethlehem

William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

Lana del Rey, Tulsa Jesus Freak

Hozier, Take Me To Church

Mary Lambert, She Keeps Me Warm

Tyler Glenn, Midnight

Sappho (attrib.)

Wrabel, The Village

The Aces, Lovin’ Is Bible

Jake Wesley Rogers, Jacob from the Bible

Louis Tomlinson, Only The Brave

Lana del Rey, Religion

Richard Siken, Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out

“Go and love someone exactly as they are. then, watch how they transform into the greatest truest version of themselves. when one feels seen and appreciated in their own essence, one is instantly empowered.”

— Wes Angelozzi

Fuck productivity. Its cold, and I'm hibernating

“you’re so pretty,” okay write poetry about me then.

One of the worst realizations that I have ever made is realizing that all I ever wanted was to be loved by my parents. I never would've turned out like this if they just loved me unconditionally.

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire