There Are So Many Things On Gods Green Earth That Are Not Platonic But Are Also Not Romantic. The Erotic,

R.

[sitting completely still in my own bed] this world is gutting me like a fish

only real springheads know about tipping their face up to the sun and enjoying a gentle breeze and birdsong

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

if we were lambs we would frolick together.. don't you ever doubt it...

has anyone else noticed that it becomes harder to hide that you’re weird about intimacy once you’re over 25

queer stories matter i'm gay and i saw a bird today

12:43pm

Who up leaking classified information in the group chat