shello, tis i

The Green Dragontail butterflies

Best quality: his wiggles!

IM SORRY, THIS IS ACTUALLY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LITTLE CREATURE NATURE HAS TO OFFER?!!?!

ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.

whenever i post this it works  reblog if u want to feel good things & the universe will bring u something sweet 

(we had an open-ended final project in my LGBT studies class and I, fool that I am, decided to do a whole ass comic)

Enjoy this tutorial I made!!

pedropvscal:

“I like to think that dying is like falling all the way back to where everything’s held to itself by memory.”

— Fleda Brown, from “Makeup Regimen,” When She Named Fire: An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry by American Women (Autumn House Press, 2008) 

Ada Limón, “Love Poem with Apologies for My Appearance”

Chris Verene, "Family"

Love more and more queer genderless way to dress - that’s the liberation and emancipation of the man! 

this ist the lookbook of Flint James Mcdonald 

“For this collection I began with reference to 80’s New Romanticism where I considered the notion of wearing historical dress, referencing similarities between male and female attire and the exploration found in the art of ‘getting ready’ and bettering one’s self with delusions of opulence. With this in mind I researched poignant individuals throughout history whose delusions and lifestyles accounted to their fame (i.e Beau Brummel, Anita Berber and Kitty Winter) and wanted to convey a sense of debauchery within my collection whilst capturing the ritualistic nature which comes with the performative gesture of preparing oneself for an occasion. Exploration of gender is a reoccurring theme within my work when looking to antiquated dress codes of androgynous costume. Looking closely to the 15th, 16th and 17th centuries I attempt to challenge the distinction between gendered dress, which was once less prevalent, and also toy with delusions of grandeur and living out with our means” - Flint James Mcdonald.

Photography Furmaan Ahmed

Designer Flint James Mcdonald

MUA Madeleine Virginia Brown

Hair Claudia Veneroni

Set Furmaan Ahmed & Claud Veneroni

Models Samuel Froggatt, Patrick Williams, Elias Elmo Wahlström

Pansy Magazine

The OTHER-SIDE of the GAME………..No.3

Joseph Fink invented love in the finale of Alice Isn’t Dead when Alice said: 

“Love is the look she gives me when we both come from work and we’re tired, but one of us has to figure out what dinner will be, and so we both go into the kitchen, put our hands on our hips, furrow our brows at what’s in the fridge. Love is each of us showering before bed, one after the other. We can’t shower at the same time, because we like very different temperatures of water, and that’s love too. I brush my teeth and she pees. The fog in the mirror gives way to a portrait of the two of us preparing to sleep. It’s a portrait of love, and we look at it every night.” 

And he invented love again when Keisha said: 

“Love is the way her neck smells. That’s where it’s strongest, the side of her neck. And I lean into it and I breathe in, and I remember what it means to live with another person. Love is the hours we spend under a blanket on the couch, and love is also the hours we spend apart, earning a living so that we can return to the couch, once more lie down together. Love is the beat of the heart and the passage of air and it’s the circulation of fluids and it’s the equilibrium of all the functions that sustain us.”

And again when she said:

“Love in the morning is a cup of coffee made just the way she likes it. And love at noon, as the way the sun through her hair makes an imprint on my breathing. And love in the afternoon, when I nap alone but nap knowing that she is pacing around the house somewhere. And her motion is near my stillness. And love in the evening, as a laying of hands and a stretching of limbs. And love in the quietest hour of night, when in a moment of wakefulness between hours or dreaming, I hear the soft hiss of her sleeping and feel what birds must feel when nesting.“

when you're scrolling through tumblr and you suddenly think of something to post or Google or whatever but you keep scrolling coz you can't stop and then you realise oh shit I forgot what i was gonna do so you have to scroll back to where you were when the thought™ occured even if the post was completely unrelated because doing this somehow magically summons your memories

upon consideration i want all of you to tell me your mitski song. like we love all of them but what’s Your Mitski Song. mine is thursday girl.

oh. maybe. maybe this it. maybe that’s the problem.

We see movies in which people are represented as being in love who never talk with one another, who fall into bed without ever discussing their bodies, their sexual needs, their likes and dislikes. Indeed, the message received from the mass media is that knowledge makes love less compelling; that it is ignorance that gives love its erotic and transgressive edge. These messages are often brought to us by profiteering producers who have no clue about the art of loving, who substitute their mystified visions because they do not really know how to genuinely portray loving interaction… 

                                       —  “all about love: New Visions” by bell hooks