#emmettcore

when Madeline Miller wrote "I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This, and this, and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender, or too slow. This and this and this! I taught him how to skip stones, and he taught me how to carve wood. I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin."

gender is stored in the wearing outfits that combine soft and hard themes

in my absolutely hopeless romantic era

when Richard Siken said "I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly."

i love giving off powerfully queer librarian vibes to patrons who pick up their books: a Keith Haring dog shirt AND docs, a dangly dagger earring in my right ear, keys on my belt loop, cuffed levi slacks, a kink hanky in my pocket, and my hair is fuckin silver i mean come ON

i'm like if a little purse dog was a person