HeyJaredTMC
Poet • Pro Photographer • AuDHD • Pansexual • INFJ-T Musician/Singer•Songwriter, Author + Artist
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Wuthering Heights (opens the original)
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"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."Those words have echoed through me since I was a child.I remember watching the 1939 Wuthering Heights, starring Laurence Olivier and Merle Oberon, with my father. Movies were one of the ways we connected. They were also my earliest form of escapism, places I could disappear into when the real world felt like too much.Wuthering Heights became a gateway into the way my mind understood romance. Yearning. Obsession. Devotion. The idea that
Why I’m Stepping Away From Instagram and Threads (opens the original)
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I want to be transparent about where I’ve been, instead of just quietly disappearing and letting you wonder.I’ve stepped away from Instagram and Threads. Not for a marketing reset, or for a curated “digital detox”, but because it stopped being safe for me to stay.I am AuDHD. That means I feel things in my body before I have words for them. It means I don’t experience conflict, cruelty, or public misreading the way some people seem to, as noise that passes through and leaves. For me it lands and
My Body Is Not Where Attraction Begins (opens the original)
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I have never understood how attraction could remain entirely physical.A beautiful face may catch my attention, but beauty alone has never been enough to make me ache. It is the conversation I replay afterward, the question asked with genuine curiosity, the unexpected observation that slips beneath my skin before I have time to protect myself from it. That is where desire begins for me, not in the body, but somewhere inside the cerebral cortex, where a sentence plants itself and starts growing me
A Poem (opens the original)
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He told me I was intense.That I kiss with my entire body—no part of me left waiting on the sidelines,no part of me content to witness.Call it a diagnosis,not a compliment.I don’t know how to want somethingin installments.<source typ
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