It’s just you. It’s only you. This thing isn’t scary at all. It has no eyes and no teeth. You are the only one seeing the scary stuff. At night when you see those shadows and you think it’s a monster or another scary thing, it’s not. It’s just you. It’s always just you.

carolineerbart:

garden head, 2013

Caroline Erb

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I had a dream last night about dancing to “Time After Time” like Romy and Michele and Sandy in Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion. I had a shiny dress too. 

Not queer like gay. queer like, escaping definition. Queer like some sort of fluidity and limitlessness at once. Queer like a freedom too strange to be conquered. Queer like the fearlessness to imagine what love can look like… and pursue it.

Fiction is dangerous, Gaiman explained, because “it lets you into others’ heads, it gives you empathy, and it shows you that the world doesn’t have to be like the one you live in.” That imaginative leap into other minds and other worlds is surely the reason many of us read fiction.

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Our hands
that stroke each other
Our fingers
naked as petals
And the world —
pulses on a swing.

wuater:

q’d finals…wish me luck! ❀

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cocacolaslurpee:

i wish i was a cloud

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