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if i look back, i am lost
The Bright Sessions
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almost home
Love Begins
Origami Around
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Good thing of the day
On my last test in my law class there was a question referencing ‘a transsexual’. I went to my teacher today to ask him about changing the phrasing to 'a transgender person’, somewhat expecting a moderately closed-minded/transphobic response. Instead he immediately pulled out a copy of the test, changed the phrasing to what I’d said, told me he’d fix it in his document for future tests right away, and thanked me multiple times. It was really encouraging.
This will always remain my favorite vintage lesbian art… Do I even have to break it down for you?
I just thought it was a mermaid trapped under ice
If it were just a mermaid trapped under ice, there would be no reason all the skaters above the ice are wearing skirts and are presumably women. also look at that mermaid’s smile she knows what’s up.
the caption says “Are Parisian women becoming more thrifty? Seeing a lot of different types of panties this year!” presumably half those girls are commando or wearing thongs. this is totally lesbian pinup ads.
Lesbian mermaids are great and all, but are we just gonna ignore the fact that she's smoking underwater?
FIRST KISS: We asked twenty strangers to kiss for the first time…
Perfect.
HOT ABS IN 4 MINUTES:
4 EXERCISES
20 SECONDS ON
10 SECONDS OFF
REPEAT FOR 2 ROUNDS!
High knees (drive ‘em up)
Squat jumps (get high - drop low)
Squat thrust (mountain climbers)
Knee grabs (work your abs!)
flat abs pilates workout | (x)
This workout is awesome, but make sure you stretch out your legs really really well before starting it :D
You Asked Me to Write You a Poem And I always said I would But never got around to it I remember how desperate I was To stay with you a little longer And lying to my dad to do it And how you made me laugh; Suddenly I became somebody different, Somebody who threw their head back And begged for a kiss on the neck You made me feel like an object, Fell in love with my eyes, and hair and legs But did you ever love my passion for politics, For my skill with wielding words, Or my thirst for knowledge? You told me you loved me And I said it back Like a parrot Who doesn’t look for truths But just for noises That can be echoed easily You said you would do anything To make me love you But did you ever consider That all I needed Was to know that you cared, That I wasn’t just fresh meat Or a new hobby But when I finally woke up, From the trance that you put me in, By being called ‘stupid’ For the last time, You told me you didn’t mean it That the words were hollow, That they were without meaning But what about all the other words? You asked me to write you a poem About us, about love But poems are meant to be beautiful And we were, my God, we were But in the way that humans Love tragedies And watching destruction Or something with perfect purpose Not having a form to carry it out And when I finally said ‘no more’ You told me you cared too much That it was your fear holding you back, That you loved me for more than my body, And not just because you needed a new hobby, That you loved politics too And writing And learning And that I wasn’t stupid at all! But I no longer needed your approval Because love is supposed to be fearless It’s about the ‘us’ Never just the ‘I’ It’s about waking up at two in the morning Feeling your partner’s warmth beside you And wondering how you got to be so lucky It’s about sharing your time with someone And accepting the differences you have Because that’s what will get you through You can sit there with your friends Eating shrooms’, drinking “tea” And tell them that falling in love Is something painful and crazy And that you were so obviously the victim Because I was the one who walked But somewhere deep inside of you I hope You know the truth That you did exactly what you cried about All those months ago When I told you the story of him And the past that I ran from Straight into your desperate arms Spread perfectly like icing On a cake I was like a deer on a highway Forgetting that trucks Aren’t forgiving Like the branches of a pine are And although the trees hurt, The truck kills I wish I could tell you How many hours I’ve spent Thinking about the good days, About our entwined limbs And that bedtime story Or how we secretly held hands Under the dinner table Even though we both despised How cliché we were being But if I told you Then you’d have something to cling to And you could never live on Because my secret of letting go Is not forgetting or forgiving But finishing what I started
-H. Milburn - You Asked Me to Write You a Poem (via livelikeyouareinvincible)
I want someone to get high and watch Across the Universe with
Man forgets he is married after surgery (x)
You know those girls everyone loves to shit all over? The ones who really fucking love something? Those girls, man. They take all that energy, all that circulating fire in their veins, and instead of letting it destroy them, they choose to love, ferociously. Be it a band, or a book, or a series of films. They do it to keep themselves sane, and yet we mock them for it. Teenage girls find a buoy for themselves in the sea of emotional ruin, and they hold on tighter than anyone else.
Segment of “Why I Fucking Love Teenage Girls (A Personal Essay from an Almost Adult)” (via ahlesfemmes)
BISEXUALS ARE NOT CONFUSED
Bisexuals are not confused
BISEXUALS. ARE. NOT. CONFUSED.
BISEXUALS ARE NOT CONFUSED
bisexuals are not confused god this is like the easiest concept ever you piece of shit douchewagon why can’t you just fucking accept it it’s absolutely infuriating
idk im kind of confused on taxes??
BISEXUALS ARE ONLY SLIGHTLY CONFUSED ABOUT A FEW THINGS
LIKE TAXES AND AP CALC AND THE OCCASIONAL RIDDLE
I just had an epiphany. I've been saying 'oh, I'll dye/cut my hair after graduation (in a year and a half) so that it'll be nice and long for grad and it'll make for nice photos' and like, thinking about it as if that's what I want. But it isn't. I want to dye my hair bright crazy colors and cut it all off. I want to get piercings and look a certain way. I need to not let other people's wants and ideas of what 'looks good' to overshadow my own. If I don't like how it looks, I'll cut it or dye it. But having long blonde hair isn't what I want, it's what everyone else wants. I need to stop internalizing other people's opinions.
my sadness is nota cut for you to bandageand it is nota bruise for you to kiss i am not waitingfor you to save mei am hoping you will love mewhile i rescue myself
this is what a hero looks like (via gnarly)
Final for my Time Arts class. Nothing gets you in touch with your own anger quite like listening to this and thinking about all the times you’ve been objectified and belittled.
what i’d really like is for someone to objectively watch me for a week or so and then just sit down with me for a few hours and explain to me what i am like and how i look to others and what my personality is in detail and how i need to improve where do i sign up for that
same
I once dated a writer and
Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything. They forget appointments and anniversaries, but remember what you wore, how you smelled, on your first date… They remember every story you’ve ever told them - like ever, but forget what you’ve just said. They don’t remember to water the plants or take out the trash, but they don’t forget how to make you laugh. Writers are forgetful because they’re busy remembering the important things.
Oh, my heart is melting.
I just got hearing aids for the first time in my life.
I now hear all the things.
I don’t know weather to cry or attempt to hug music somehow.
I heard what my mum actually sounds like. Jesus fuck.
I can hear the neighbors having sex.
This was a mistake.
