[thedogist]

Archer, French Bulldog (3 y/o), Gansevoort Plaza, New York, NY • “He has learned that if he goes under a chair and bumps it, we pay attention to him. You’ll just feel a thud.”

[blaekswan-deactivated20210428]

ladies, at which side of the womanhood spectrum are you today: unhinged or tender?

[booksbudbanter]

Both.

[ziggyplayedd]

they’re in the middle of changing the signs at the neil simon theater.. why is this the funniest fucking thing i’ve ever seen

[bookester]

“Night flight to San Francisco; chase the moon across America. God, it’s been years since I was on a plane. When we hit 35,000 feet we’ll have reached the tropopause, the great belt of calm air, as close as I’ll ever get to the ozone. I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening. But I saw something that only I could see because of my astonishing ability to see such things: Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles, and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them and was repaired. Nothing’s lost forever. In this world, there’s a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we’ve left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that’s so.”

— Angels in America, Part Two: Perestroika - Tony Kushner

[transmanemmettforrest-blog]

ANGELS IN AMERICA + original 1978 pride flag meanings

happy pride month on the 40th anniversary of the original pride flag and the 25th anniversary of tony kushner’s epic gay fantasia!

[booksbudbanter]

“How many times are we going to keep cutting these red flags into valentines?

...You have to understand when it hurt to love her, it hurt the way the light hurts your eyes in the middle of the night, but I had to see.”

-Andrea Gibson, Prisim

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Fall in love with someone who wants you, who waits for you. who understands you even in the madness; someone who helps you, and guides you, someone who is your support, your hope. fall in love with someone who talks with you after a fight. Fall in love with someone who misses you and wants to be with you. Do not fall in love only with a body or with a face; or with the idea of being in love.”

— Unknown

[booksbudbanter]

I had a really heavy day- on many levels- but my heart feels so full because when love is really real it fulfills even when it can’t heal; it feels invincible despite vulnerability. Real is...peaceful and exciting, erotic and trusting. It’s haunted-house scary— exactly what’s wanted— fear that’s safe. Its the welcomed challenge. It’s freedom meets security. Truth without the dare. It’s a beautiful goddamn paradox. It can’t be put in a box.

[booksbudbanter]

Been rewatching the trash television series Californication and Karen says this gem at the end of season 4. She says it with love in her eyes, a smile on her face, and sadness in her voice.

[dirtyhippiie]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“If it is destroying you then it is not love my dear.”

— Unknown

[booksbudbanter]

When simple boundaries are considered selfish, love and respect are replaced by power and control.

[booksbudbanter]

My heart hurts

[outcastsuggestion]

it’s easier to say “im tired” than “im so sad and lonely i feel like there’s a weight in my chest and my body is so heavy i have no energy emotionally, physically or mentally to even move from my bed”

[booksbudbanter]

I’m weeping warm honey and milk

[booksbudbanter]

And now it’s one, and now it’s two,

And now the whole disaster.

We cry for help, as humans do—

Before the truth, and after.

And Every Guiding Light Was Gone

And Every Teacher Lying—

There Was No Truth In Moving On—

There Was No Truth In Dying.

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2018/09/24/drank-a-lot?mbid=social_facebook

[booksbudbanter]