hkym 3 months

sitting in a cafe with my best friend and writing a poem as it rains outside, life can be such a beautiful song sometimes

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mc94612 2 months

Anyone try the croissant with ice cream snack? I thought it was only ok….

studiokervo 2 months

When you actually have self esteem in REAL LIFE , there’s a noticeable difference in TOLERANCE. There’s certain shit that you are just not gonna go for.

allmyfriendsaresuperheroes 3 months

Is it just me or have the gays become meaner to eachother lately? I keep having these aweful interactions with guys and it’s clear it’s rooted in insecurities and hurt, but I don’t understand the approach of taking others down because you disagree or if you get rejected. Yes it’s sucks, I also feel terrible when I’m putting myself out there and I’m not being met, but I always try to lead with compassion and understanding, I also try to be curious, but at the moment I’m being met with this anger and resentment for no apparent reason, and I’m at capacity with having to deal with this energy from strangers. Am I the only one that feels this way?

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soupwaylee 3 months

the way AG Cook fucked those guitar riffs as a compliment to the angst in this album

nathan91 3 months

More poetry I’ve been dabbling in the last year and a half. Fixed Signs, Broken Time They said we were fixed and true, two stubborn stars that don’t know how to move, I held on like the water holds a stone, you stayed like earth stays, even left alone. Still checking clocks like they’ll turn back for me, still tracing patterns where you used to be, the calendar moved on, I didn’t note it, some part of me just never got the memo. They say the stars don’t lie, but I’m not sure, if fixed things stay, why aren’t you here anymore? I read the horoscope, it says let go, my chart says patience, but my heart says no. Time’s supposed to soften what I feel, but I don’t fade, I just conceal, I wear the calm like it’s a second skin, while somewhere underneath, I’m still stuck in the version of us that never said goodbye, still arguing with ghosts, still asking why you left me here to drown in all the things we never wrote back down. They said we’d balance, fire held by ground, but grounding isn’t holding when it’s gone. So here I am, still fixed, still moving.

jkirk 2 months

“When routine bites hard and ambitions are low And resentment rides high, but emotions won't grow And we're changing our ways, taking different roads Then love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again“

maxixix 2 months

am i getting too real honest gritty and vulnerable when i ask how to make new friends post-university

its-ema 3 months

The early 20s make it easy to believe there will always be someone else. Another match. Another date. Another chance. Hearts get broken without fully understanding how deeply someone else was feeling. Then time passes. One day, the roles quietly reverse. The waiting begins. The overthinking. The unanswered messages. The silence that suddenly feels louder than words. Maybe that’s karma. Not as punishment, but as life’s way of teaching empathy by letting every heart experience both sides of love. What do you think? Is this karma, or simply a lesson that only time can teach?

fabiii 2 months

Share your favorite Spotify playlists

blu.tone 3 months

That thing when you’re in a crowded place, like an airport or a mall, and you walk past a pretty man, and you both 🌈 clock 🌈 each other, and the eye contact and the little smile and then they’re gone, but you both know. 🫠

milly 2 months

I forgot that I started posting the covers of my dads vintage sci fi collection. Lemme start that again, I have ~140 atm and apparently he has more in storage so I’ll try take those eventually too lmao

charliescene___ 2 months

seeking tattooed husband to mosh with me at Korn in november

lvluplevi 2 months

Gencon 2026 was AMAZING! I’ll be posting pictures later this week - so many lucky dice rolls, incredible moments with friends, and everlasting memories. ❤️ 🎲

carlossssss 2 months

Where do gays hangout aside from SoHo?

soneilkumar 2 months

Is anyone actually here? Let’s discuss the new Ariana Grande album.

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pnklmnade 3 months

i just want someone who gets me, not only that but someone who wants to know me. every time i talk to someone on the apps, im always met with conversation that burns out quickly because there is a lack of want or curiosity. it’s always, “hey how are you?” and never “hey, mercury retrograde is messing with me right now, how is it for you?” the how are you’s seem routine based, and don’t even get me started on when someone just says, “i’m good.” like excuse me??? do you not care how i am? immediate no no. i’m just so over it. the last guy i had a genuine conversation with who knew how to keep it, i found out a week later that he has a girlfriend. not in the chill-polyamorous way, but in the she-doesn’t-know-but-she-knows-tove-lo kind of way (iykyk). i also had a meaningful conversation from grindr of all places and learned how he was homeless in college and lived in someone’s shed in the backyard with no AC in the heat of August. it was beautiful, all the stories he told about being on drugs and not really caring about anything except the experience of what it’s like to be young back in the 2000’s. and then just like that, i’ve never heard back from him again. but i understand some connections and conversations are made only once and never again. i just seem to ponder on my ex more and more due to not having someone new in my life since. the memories unravel through inanimate objects, a laugh i hear in a restaurant, songs i know were written about him specifically, and my mom has brought up missing him a suspicious amount of times lately. there aren’t enough words to embody how im feeling. i don’t even know what i feel most days. but to sum this all up… i crave for someone to drive me up the walls. challenge my routines. take up space in my life. taste when i’m hungry. deal the cards with me. i’m not sure if this makes sense whatsoever. but this is how i’m feeling right now.

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hunn 3 months

Fell in love for the first time With a friend, who was here a while Feels heaven like maybe he is mine 31 took a lifetime. People say he looks happy Because he’s sharp and skinny. Old him is still him, Maybe the real him. Look, I made him pretty He still cries I don’t know why. Makes me smile. Is he acting his age now? When will he be on his way out? He stepped off the stage, like a bird in a cage. Told him, he’s my secret He didn’t get to keep. People are hungry for the meanest, Somebody has to feed. Does he still cry? Still makes me smile. He never did any wrong. His patience is gone. He’d loved and lost for too long.

caroline 2 months

Que hacen para cuidar su salud mental?

sou 2 months

Did some French is here ? I know my english is wrong but i try 🥺

matinbarzkar 3 months

Körper zu besitzen ist kaotisch. Mehrschichtige lebendige selbstfünkzioniernde Organismen und dann bist du. Das du Trifft Entscheidungen und behält Erinnerung. Das Köper passt sich an und lebt in einem konstanten Veränderung. Der Geist lernt sich den Rhythmus des Körpers anzupassen. Das du ist auch vergänglich. Als ich aufgewachsen bin hieß es, es solle männlicher werden, es soll Kraft haben. Nun das männliche Körper ist sowohl als Segen und Gefängnis zugleich gesehen. Sie findet keine Platz für Romantik. Sie ist isoliert und denkt durch Disziplin könne sie befreit und angenommen werden. Ich verbringe viel Zeit damit meinen ganzen Körper mit Rasierer zu schneiden nur weil ich mich weich fühlen möchte. Ich bin stachelig. Ein Körper ist nicht wertvoll weil sie attraktiv ist, sie ist wertvoll weil sie da ist. Sie ist schön weil ich sie beschmucke. Sie ist da und hält das wahre Erfahrung, das Leben und das tot.

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udonomii 2 months

If I started selling my art, would you support?

greenroomgeek 3 months

I’m working on learning Mandarin and incorporating some Mandarin language TV to get used to hearing the sounds. Anybody have any favorite Mandarin language BL series? The “bro-mancy” ones from mainland China are fine if they are good, but the actual gay romances from Taiwan are probably preferable.

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saochiang 3 months

What do you do when imposter syndrome tries to rain on the parade during a bad mental health day?

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ethanraysor 3 months

Anybody have a cool DIY book end ideas? I figured I’d ask @collective before searching on Pinterest

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lax 2 months

446 I’m really really glad and lucky, that I have such great close friends who I am absolutely so proud of.

tavionc 2 months

Around 1am in Oklahoma on August 3rd. It was a long dreary, dry, cold night. When suddenly I woke up and needed to grab a small shot of Dr. Pepper. If this doesn’t say, that I am a die hard fan for Dr. Pepper!

leni00 3 months

Finding new friends is hard after your 20s. Especially finding LGBTQ friends to chat and hang with. Guys/Girls/They/Thems reach out if your looking to extend your friendships either online or in person 🙋🏻‍♀️ feel free to message me

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marco 2 months

Goddess give me strength. I’m not mature enough for this… :((

itskhikhi 3 months

Hooked up w/ this guy who’s in an “open relationship” then his bf got jealous and made him block me… what is this generation even about

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tylorslade 3 months

we tend to hold ourselves to such a higher standard. why is it so hard to follow our own advice and give ourselves the same grace we give others? aren’t we all living this life for the first time?

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nathan91 2 months

The Last Two Hours Flash Fiction Don’t ask why but the world is ending. My parents and I said our goodbyes, and they asked me where I was going. “[Name],” I said, his name registering with them both. They'd always known I loved him. I drove. The sky had gone the color of a bruise, purple black bleeding into orange, like something enormous was pressing down on the horizon. The radio was static now, every station gone quiet or screaming the same warning until even that cut out. The streets were chaos, cars abandoned at angles, doors flung open, engines still running like their owners had given up mid thought. I swerved around a stalled minivan, clipped a trash can, didn't stop. People ran in every direction and no direction; some didn't run at all, just stood in the road, looking up. I almost killed myself twice. Once when a truck blew a red light and missed me by inches. Once when I looked up and the sky rippled wrong, the road bending for one long heartbeat before I wrenched it straight again. The barricades came up fast, orange sawhorses, flashing lights, nobody left to man them. I left the car running in the street, door hanging open, and I ran. I hit the first barricade at a sprint and went over more than through it. The second I climbed, fingers scrabbling, and fell hard on the other side, then kept moving, because stopping meant thinking, and thinking meant realizing how little time was left. His street. I knew it before I could read the sign, the slant of his porch light, the tree that always dropped its leaves too early. I ran up the walkway with my chest on fire, my hand already raised to knock before I'd reached the door. He answered before I finished. Tears in his eyes, like some part of him already knew I'd come. The world went dark, but quietly, peacefully. Our embrace the last thing to happen in billions of years of life.

thotanist 3 months

Getting my wallet drained by a man but it’s just my therapist

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hkym 2 months

how much is too much? how much is just enough? how much is something still left to be desired?

moor 2 months

Y’all I moved again and this new apartment has it’s full length mirror already. Buckle up for the coming 🌟fit pics🌟

onlyfans.scotty 3 months

Anyone wanna play marvel rivals together?

rafciu 3 months

“We all know about the fight against cancer, but what about parasitic worms? It doesn’t make for such a good charity music video, but these tiny creatures have led to 1 billion people worldwide being infected with Neglected Tropical Diseases, causing ongoing fever, horribly swollen limbs, and blindness. These conditions are far easier to treat than cancer, but we never hear about them because they very rarely affect rich people. An important rule of thumb to remember: if you’re going to raise awareness of an issue, pick one that everyone isn’t already aware of.”

jor_1206 3 months

Bitches I mf called it!!! My ex bsf and her first boyfriend in 10 years are no longer together and this bitch used their relationship as an excuse as to why she stopped talking to me. I’m so over these wishy washy women dude like fucking be real.

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its-ema 2 months

Looking for minds, not small talk. If you love deep conversations, send me a message.

aaron2510 3 months

Finished Middlemarch this weekend (all 800+ pages!). Anyone wanna chat big books?📚

michael_rach 2 months

“In the sense that...” will forever be my favourite vocal stim

jameshc 3 months

What clothes make you feel empowered as a Queer/ gay person? Do you have any pieces that make you feel a part of the community or easily identified amongst others in the lgbtq+ sphere?

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justben 3 months

Did anyone else keep a diary when they were younger? How does reading it now make you feel… do you cringe or laugh or even recognise that person? Is the life you wanted then the life you led in truth? I see in the writing from my 20s the typical self-serious know-it-all arrogance of youth. How I’d love to relive that period with the compassion and lightness I’ve developed since then. But I also miss the optimism of that young man… I should thank him for where I am today. I suppose I wouldn’t have got this far if he shared the pragmatic resignation of middle age. A note for myself in 20 years; yes I know I’m being dreadfully wistful and I’m sorry if we have a mid life crisis despite doing my best to be self-aware about that. 😅

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avatar.isaac 2 months

Oh, he’s hollister 2008 crash cute

sebaas 2 months

Paradójicamente antes me sobraba el tiempo y sabía qué hacer con eso, ahora es distinto. No me sobra y cuando lo tengo, no tengo con quien estar.

marco 2 months

I will never make fun of my mom and her knowledge of celebs/actors… I just realised every tiktok I have seen in the last weeks of “Emily Watson”. It’s actually Samantha Morton…

lav 2 months

Why do parTy guys always have blurry photos? It’s such a dead giveaway.

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jkirk 3 months

In a few seconds, the scent of you will disappear. The warm sweetness of maple nectar, once a home for everything we were, will dissolve into the air, leaving the world a shade dimmer than how we found it. Quietly kneading time under the folds of the rug, while flesh bares the cost of growing older. I wonder how anyone can unstitch a soul from the fabric it has lived in. Tell me—what becomes of all these memories when the one who made them is gone, and we are left to pick up the pieces alone? -a piece of Me

lav 2 months

Shout out to all the brokies

superstarangel123 3 months

masculinity performs really well on this app

ethantroy 2 months

Has anyone seen my 42” TV? #dragrace

emiliush 3 months

Little Bourke Street, where you met me, grabbed my hand. What a mental siren sound, ‘cause a lot of that felt odd. The lights were low and blue at The Paris Cat jazz bar, and I thought, is the story you want the story you get? Are you special, or is this all rehearsed in his head? I still remember everything, how we’d drift up Elwood Beach, the red fire sky and late summer breeze. How you’d laugh for me. I practiced speeches in my mind. I was impressed with you every time. I think I’ll call that performing. That’s not how I want to spend my nights. You look awful, like we’re supposed to go back somehow. Goodbye, and I’ll never know why. Should’ve kissed you anyway? Only touched your beard instead. Cross-legged in the blue light, everything was just right until I could feel the teardrops run. The barstool next to mine empty, and you nowhere in sight. Sax pierced across the dim-lit room. Everybody moved on. Guess this is the winter. Our bodies are going blue. I’m down in the City. Point Ormond is far, it’s late. And this one is for you. You said sorry, but when I said things were fine, I lied. What a brutal way to say goodbye. You know damn well how hard I tried. Had to bite my tongue the longest time. Now I’ll start letting go of little things till I sleep again.

sailormars 2 months

Sad girl era is over, Rage girl era has entered the chat.

ethanraysor 2 months

According to Reuters today, water levels are dropping enough that Nazi war ships have been uncovered… idk about you but I don’t think the ocean should be evaporating so quickly that sunken SHIPS are being exposed.

hkym 3 months

if the cosmos had a lullaby it would sound like your shallow breaths against my collarbone x

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