fuckyeahlesbians:

São Paulo (by Lucha LésbiKa)

(via queerbrownxx)

recently picked up a cassette containing lorca and starsailor with minimal pops and snags—- it has pretty much been a gift from the fates and is providing an excellent life soundtrack right now

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jaeboogie:

…y abrazarte, besarte, tenerte, y nunca dejarte.

esotericsnob:

lionskeleton:

Illustrations by Yuta Onoda

:)

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all i have and all i need to know 

 i like to see my lovers (even when they are mono as well) as library books….

some super used and in need of tape, a few so newly out i have to bend their spines into queerness, my fave book i purposefully stole but sometimes loan to my friends, the one’s that i pick up soley because i think i will hate them, others that are wrongly labeled and i return angrily and bitter about starting. so many books to peruse so little time

is it summer yet?!

tallpawl:

Be careful with eachother

So you can be dangerous together

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burnallthemaps:

My boy comes home tomorrow! It’ll be a year, then, since we met, but this feels like looking at baby pictures. One crazy fucking year, and he’s still the only one I flag orange for. What a world.

365 Days ago I was nervously awaiting my date with “some poly stoner dude with a girlfriend who I hope won’t hurt me, cheat on me, ask me to be in a 3some, or fuck me and leave me like all the other sluts on earth” I was a heartbroken sex negative genderconfused alcoholic in shitty mental and physical shape [the truth be told I shouldn’t have been dating] I was so deep in a mixed manic episode before we met that I had begun to formulate a plan to jump off “whatever bridge in this shit hole city has the best drop for someone as fat as I am” if things didn’t get better because I knew I couldn’t live the way I’d been living. On Jan 11th I met him and my life hasn’t been the same since. He has helped me find my mind, body, and soul in the most literal and figurative senses.

9 months after we met when every Doc in town turned me away he made sure I got T even if it meant he went without money or things he needed. When all the therapists I contacted were out of my price range or not taking new patients he decided to share his own. When I was too scared to come to SF alone after being on T 3.5 months and not coming out to my mom he not only came home with me but filmed some hot ass queer porn for t-wood with me while he was here. I literally would not be the man I am today, let alone alive without him.

Things have not always been fun, his work schedule disagrees with my insomnia, and I often find myself puzzled by how even as a transfag he is still more of an “east coast feminist dyke” than most cis lesbians I know but I would not trade this for anything.

Love is not a strong enough word for I feel for how I feel about this sweet, selfless, amazing and incredibly sexy man but it will have to do for now, I love you daddyboi bear and here’s to many more years of stunts, morning bowls, and having sex to the spice girls

burnallthemaps:

My boyfriend > your boyfriend. and this is why.

This is what happens when I drink too much and use MS Paint at 1am