Bernard Gotelip (@ghostelip) - Collective Profile | Rio de Janeiro, BR supervisor de design at museu de arte do rio. did i make my mom proud already? 🇧🇷 Follow @ghostelip on Instagram and @ghostelip on Twitter. Recent posts: a man with tattoos and a beard is depicted in a close-up shot, with a red and blue color overlay. he holds a red object, possibly a pencil or a knife, piercing his chest, creating a visual representation of a scar., a black cat with bright green eyes lies on a pink and white checkered blanket. the cat is looking directly at the camera with its ears perked up., a tattooed man with a beard and dark hair poses shirtless in grey shorts. he has extensive ink covering his arms, chest, and legs., .

Bernard Gotelip @ghostelip

did i make my mom proud already? 🇧🇷

Rio de Janeiro, BR

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the fleeting cut of a everlasting scar

i thought getting cheated on would hurt because i feel jealous or not enough etc. but honestly, the feeling of loneliness is just as bad if not worse. of course, i have my friends and god knows how much i’m thankful for them, but they can not fulfill that specific spot that fits just right on the shoulder of the one you love. and this weird social platform where i basically know no one and joined some days ago is the only place i’m sharing this - it feels fresh, free of previous experiences and judgements, almost private. so i’m sorry for my lame ass girls and gays. it’s ok, it’s not the end of the world. i’m just putting it out there, like words on the wind.

i love her sm. even tho she has like 1 brain cell and it’s sharing with the orange/black cat cloud

growing up gay in a small town high up in the mountains in southeast brazil brought me experiences that my queer friends from the city didn’t have. when you’re from a place like that, you’re never just yourself. you’re “fátima’s son” or “dora’s grandson” and so on. the family tree hangs over you, casts its shadow. not because my family is not supportive, they are and i’m grateful for having them. but coming out is not private, it’s a very public event. it runs to every branch, it can affect the people you love. so you try to leave the closet to fit inside a drawer, then a box, then a tiny space between two books in the shelf - anywhere you might fit, even if it’s too small for you. doesn’t feel like freedom, feels like novelty for a sec before you realize the cage is even smaller. for me and for most, you have to leave to the city, where you can finally break free (ariana don’t) but you miss the trees and foggy mountains you could see from the tiny window on your tiny compartment. maybe someday we can have it all.

in brazil we’d call this a cookie

i don’t know how to use this app and it’s making share something so well here we go