her reflection was the universe
the matter
the dark
all the stars and moons
she was 14 billion years
and moving faster than light travels
expanding forever
When they try to make school harder for LGBTQ+ youth...we make it better.
Over the past 2 years, students across the U.S. have used our 50 States 50 Grants funds to...
Build gender-affirming closets and gender-neutral bathrooms at school
Host their school's first Pride fest or Pride conference
Educate parents and teachers
Fund their GSA club
And so many other rad projects to support their queer students!
Apps are open for Season 3 now through April 1, 2024 - if you have an idea for how you'd use up to $10,000 at your own school (or if you know someone in middle or high school who could), reblog and spread the word!
Half man, half winter midnight
half warrior, half vernal sun
Who could have known
my heart would freeze and burn
inside all of him,
a volcano with a snow-capped peak
I smoked that night and saw you under the stars. I held your hand each time I took a hit, your fingers taking the place of cold plastic and glass.
The smoke I greedily inhaled hit me square in the chest the way that first smile did, and I choked just as I did on those first few words, when doors opened to a November night and voices reached across space so small yet substantial.
-harper
he asks me to mark up his pores with dark treacle. he wants the bruise of sugar to call in on his adrenaline, nipping incisors inching deeper forward into the territory of temple grounds. i bend over, cautiously, and land like a butterfly,
lips pressing adoration into his forehead.
he wants me to have him watch as i doctor his skin into obsolete lyrics of trickling molasses. he shyly begs for the blood to seep out where i place my mouth against him so i can feel him from the outside in. i take his hand in both of mine and stamp
lips against the back of that lovely hand, printing a lipstick signature for devotion.
he begs for me to start a slow parade of uninhibited syrup against his neck, where he is most tender, most vulnerable, most tempted. he asks me to set the briefly warming sunlight within the tussling tree bark out of the wood and out of the trunk, to make caskets for whiskey out of his distinctive taste.
i smile, instead, and let myself kiss his inner wrist where his pulse beats so high,
All these poets and authors and philosophers talk about getting over romantic loves but no one ever taught me how get over you. How to deal with your absence when you were the first person in a while who I was confident would stay a little longer, if not forever. Watching you leave was not abrupt, it was gradual. Watching us fade away was like watching the slow withering away of a flower, death of beauty. Years of laughter, tears, love, quarrels, companionship slowly extinguishing because of the lack of fuel perhaps. I'm sorry I wasn't enough, I tried. And maybe you tried too. And maybe it was worth letting go of me over a stranger. It's okay I understand. I cannot make people stay and maybe it's my narcissism to blame. But I hope you're happy. I hope they're enough for you. Maybe their altruism will make them stay.
However, remember this, I never willing let go of anyone's hand but I do not cling on to those who wish to leave. I wish there was an easier way to say this but I didn't find one.