In my culture, death is not the end. It’s more of a stepping off point. You reach out with both hands to Bast and Sekhmet, they lead you into the green veld where you can run forever.
Today's Document
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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noise dept.
RMH
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oozey mess
Xuebing Du
Misplaced Lens Cap

izzy's playlists!
sheepfilms
cherry valley forever
Three Goblin Art
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Stranger Things

pixel skylines

JVL

#extradirty
Claire Keane
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In my culture, death is not the end. It’s more of a stepping off point. You reach out with both hands to Bast and Sekhmet, they lead you into the green veld where you can run forever.
Jodie Comer reading a love letter from Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf for Pride Inside
Wanda Sykes in the documentary The Out List, available on Netflix
Some Wonderful Lesbian Couples that are totally killing me with their adorableness.
Happy Pride Month Everyone!
I thought you were a part of me, Pops. Is that why I look different than you?
It don’t matter what we look like. Half of my soul inside you.
That means our heartbeat the same.
That’s the kind of father and son we are, heart to heart.
As long as my heart is beatin’, Blue, imma be your daddy, ‘cause I chose you.
Queen Sugar 4x05
So true
Me: I went from shipping a blonde and a brunette to shipping another blonde and brunette. Such a coincidence.
Also me:
Kiss her
Yes
All the Cameos in Childish Gambino’s “SUMMER”
“Perhaps you are, like me, a romantic who dreams of something very spiritual,”
— Federico García Lorca, from a letter to María del Reposo Urquía c. 1918
This is beautiful
If you ever come to love me know first that I am a writer; know that I will burn your name into the back of my throat with all the stale cigarettes I smoke, know that I will carve your name into the pages of books and into the sides of buildings and into the flesh of trees and into myself if I have to. If you ever come to love me, know first that I will never let you die; know that I will never let you flicker and fade into nothing because you are the inspiration- the light- the darkness- the beat inside my chest- the sweat in my palms-the sleep in my eyes. If you ever come to love me know first that I am a writer; know that I will write about your hair and your eyes and the way your freckles string together constellation that my fingers want to track and trace and catalog. Know first that I am a writer; know that I will talk about you like you put the stars in the sky, and know that I will write about your body and how I ache to hold it late at night. If you ever come to love me know first that I am a writer; and If I love you back then you will be the only thing I choose to write about.
(via j0hhnn)
Amen
(via mbalirhythm)
Tell them gogo!!
As I fly
What I tell you when I don’t wanna hurt your feelings but am tired of not being honest with myself. It’s true though it’s not that you are not good enough. It’s cause I’m not ready for you. Your light is too bright for my dark soul.