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(psa: Death Of The Author is an academic tool, not a moral one. it is the theory you apply when you want to analyze a text without considering authorial intent; it says nothing about the ethics of *consuming* art when it turns out the artist is a shítbàg)

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imagine thinking people who are cutesy and kind and gentle are "naive" and not like, freakishly powerful for existing in this world for more than 6 years and not becoming cynical and miserable

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Here's a mountain lion in a cardboard box for you.

The future

Every step I took, brought me closer to today. Every step I take, takes me closer to the promise of a tomorrow, where the clouds are silver,and the mist hugs you like an old friend of cold fire. Every moment of today, is another step to that far-flung future where the fire is ice and the road with the yellow bricks takes me home — home, where I am me; undoubtedly, completely, and unapologetically, me


Love and carbon

I realized this poem has never been shared on this blog, so here it goes. It was first written in 2011, and published in August 2012 on my Deviantart profile. Posting it here for a full circle. Thank you for reading :)

What are we? Just a bunch of Carbon atoms, roaming freely in the universe Until they meet, and become one, maybe not for eternity, but for their lifetimes. like aching


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There are only two genders, Cis Men and Sick Of Cis Men's Shit

Queer Party!

A silly instance of Mastodon for queer folk and non-queer folk alike. Let's be friends!