PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
trying on a metaphor
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Claire Keane
occasionally subtle
#extradirty
Mike Driver
Keni
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@fermicar
HOW TO HELP TORTURED GAY MEN IN CHECHNYA
We can’t allow this to continue. A petition has also been launched by change.org and signed by tens of thousands of people.
It demands a full investigation of all the facts and unlawful repression in Chechnya of the LGBT population and calls for punishment for the ‘guilty parties’ and the end to the practice of extra-judicial violence.
You can sign that here.
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I love the sky, and I love the whole world too
The best people I know are looking out for me
Frank Turner
It's just that there is Something More, and Something More is what life is really all about.
Benjamin Hoff| The Tao of Pooh
I pray in front of my tv I put my face against the screen Now all my gods are in 3d And yeah that makes me happy
Little Green Cars| Clair De Lune
the best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – which you had though specially and particular to you. And now here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out , and taken yours
Alan Nennet
Don’t look away. Look straight at everything. Look it all in the eye, good and bad.
Henry Miller (via goodreadss)
Just so we’re explicitly clear on where i stand
***Edit: i did not realize that the puzzle pieces represented autism speaks, so i want to make it clear, i do NOT support autism speaks, but as an autistic person, i DO supoort autistic people. ***Edit: stop fucking complaining that Otherkin is on this list. They don’t harm anyone by being kin. Most kin people are ND, so can u maybe just shut up, this is about who i support. If you dont support it, Don’t reblog it.
not to sound like such a romantic but when boys call me baby my heart glows a bright red
Moon dust un my lungs, stars in my eyes, I'm a child of the cosmos a ruler of the sky
Buddha
But poetry, beauty, romance, love... These are the things we stay alive for.
The dead poets society
I wish I could hear the plants, more than just feel them
- FM
As we walk through the forest, I almost hope the trees lean their branches while we pass, that the stars give us part of their light
Jandy Nelson | the sky is everywhere
2017 is the year we find love
even the uglies?
Especially us uglies
Shocking poems
I love shocking poems. I love poems that make you stop and think about the suffering. Poems that make visible the hollow in your chest. Poems that make you paralyzed and sleepless because they make you feel bumps in your stomach. Poems that leave you shaking.
Poems about how depression can make your body ache, even though is something mental. Poems about how it can make us take pills like candies and vodka like water just because we prefer to feel numb than to feel pain. Poems about how this generation is so fucked up that we play with feelings as they are dolls because we think we don’t deserve them. About how emptiness is the only thing that fills us.
I love shocking poems that make you realise how hard is life for some of us. Poems about how we shake of pain in the shower because we are crying so hard we can’t even breathe. About how the only thing that make us feel in control is watching our blood dripping. About how we wear scars as an outfit bought in the war in our heads. About how reality makes us feel so sick that we can’t get out of bed even if we have insomnia.
Poems about how fancy would be to drink wine mixed with bleach or to dye the water from our bathtus in the same color. Poems about how we smoke looking for the warm feeling in our chests, but also about how we hate our skin so much that we use it as an ashtray.
I love poems so shocking that they are not accepted by society. That are not well seen because they talk about reality without sugarcoating the pain, the truth, the illness.
