Cis, Heteroromantic Aces And Cis, Heterosexual Aros Are Still Part Of The Queer Community Because Being

Convinced the Oh Hellos’ four Anemoi Cycle albums are best when listened to on loop in one continuous unshuffled cycle, spring-summer-fall-winter, birth to life to dusk to death, the old wheel turning, over and over again, on and on and on

have some shitty chaotic pride flags ^^

check out the rest of the flags on my profile since tumblr has a 10 image limit lol as well as the fixed versions of a few of these cuz I’m big dumb

maggie and tyler heath couldve written the communist manifesto but marx never couldve written

"as fortuna sits idly by

i spin her wheel w all my might

crushing my kin for warring-wage

minted from the ivory of your tooth and eye

under the table where she dines

i sit hungry w/ my mouth foamed white

fighting for crumbs that trickle down

as she finishes her cake, then takes a bite of mine"

When the Oh Hellos said "This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks, colored indigo and inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar" and when they said "with my back, on the floor, cold linoleum icing my growing pains" and when they said "We were born in the shadow of the crimes of our fathers, blood was our inheritance" AND! WHEN! THEY! SAID! "I am not a fool entire, No, I know what is coming. You'll bury me beneath the trees I climbed when I was a child"

i tried to make a kabru running gif, but for some reason the gif maker i was using stretched it out and now it looks like this:

this is infinitely better than the gif i was actually trying to make

I mourn my identity on Valentine’s Day.

“Valentine’s Day is for friends too!” They would say out of pity or anger when I complain about the inherent amatonormativity of the holiday.

I don’t think alloromantics would ever understand the deep loneliness that I experience every day, especially on Valentine’s Day, where I’ve been taught from the day I was born, that it’s a celebration of romantic love.

I’ve been taught that romantic love is better than any type of love. “You’ll eventually get a husband and raise children!” But nobody talks about keeping your friends around when you’re older. Your partner and kids are the only things you should be worried about.

I know that my friends will fall in love and get married and start their own life, but where does that leave me? There’s no place for an adult who doesn’t devote their life to their romantic partner.

They can assure me that our friendships will last a life time, but I know deep down that I will always be second place in their heart.

Is it so selfish of me to keep my friends in a bubble so they won’t leave me for a life with their partner?

I mourn my identity on Valentine’s Day, because no matter how much people say that this holiday is a celebration of all love, I know I‘ll only be considered when I bring up what I lack.

Alloros can reblog but don’t derail the conversation

ordering a pup cup for my chikorita in lumiose