Stomach Knots. Swirling. My Chest Burns, Lump In My Throat Pulses Hot. I Hate Seeing The Hope Flicker

stomach knots. swirling. my chest burns, lump in my throat pulses hot. i hate seeing the hope flicker in your eyes, dull lights fading. i hear your mother telling you to persevere and the strain that reflects in your face. i wish i knew how i could help you.

happy pride month to religious queer people, who feel like they’re contradictions, or told that they’re contradictions, but stay true to these important parts of themselves anyway. happy pride to the queer religious people who have to explain their identities, and who have to defend their faith or their queerness in either circle.

i love you, i am one of you, thank you for being in this community with me.

2024

LEARN TO LEAN ON OTHERS

ASSUME THE BEST ALWAYS

LOOK STRANGERS IN THE EYE

PUT ON YOUR OWN OXYGEN MASK FIRST

DO IT SCARED AND SOBER

LEARN THE WORD, THEN LIVE IT

SHARE IN THE JOY OF CREATION

APPRECIATE THE PRESENCE OF GRIEF

DO NOT LET THE GUILT CONSUME YOU

WRITE EVERYTHING DOWN

BE IN YOUR BONES

THIS IS NOT YOUR GRAVE

more stuff about becoming a god being inherently dehumanizing pls

we are with your friends in the audience of the artist that was the soundtrack to your life as i was falling in love with you and i have never seen you look as beautiful as you do in this moment, so unselfconscious and feeling the music so deeply.

It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.