homophobic Uma Thurman

[frizox]

by the way the gates of Gaza will be torn open again by Palestinian hands. If you even care

[divorcedwife]

oh i just saw the news… marjane satrapi died :(

[red-garden]

The thing is, in order to have a healthy and robust fandom, a piece of media NEEDS to leave some questions unanswered. Some relations unshipped. Some plot holes unfilled. Some backstories unwritten. Some lore unexplained. You need possibilities that will keep people up at night. The beautiful thing about an empty lot in a neighborhood is what people make in it

[frizox]

anyway happy pride month to my queer Arabs/queer Muslims

whether you are out or not, whether you are living a life that fully and loudly embraces your identity, whether you have people that support you and that don’t try to twist it with useless religious guilt, whether you have to hide sides of yourself, whether you are coping well with your sexuality being a political talking point that justifies the massacre of our kin - your queerness exists. Your queerness is valid. Your queerness is not something you have to squirm away from in shame.

May you live in light and pride and love

[sridevi]

[softcells]

So real first of all

[frizox]

nine years have passed since The Thing happened

[sobcat]

when things have to change...

[justryingtovibe69]

[pseudomantis]

one if my favorite gifs right now the blankest eyes ive ever seen the lights are on but no ones home. and the other thing like grooming its snout but i don't think its even aware of what its doing. i dont think either of them know anything or know that theyre alive

[thecrumbez]

Happy Pride Month to those two women dancing together in the foreground of the boat scene in Godzilla (1954).

I’m sorry your romantic foibles were overshadowed by a big ass atomic lizard thing.

[erratic-dragon-fruit]

out of the tags with you

[segamascott]

[deanwinchesterapologist]

"free thinkers" when bruce springsteen starts rolling

[frizox]

sometimes there’s no getting over trauma. you get better at handling the triggers: something you would vomit over now makes you desperately cling to reality and interact, interact, interact rather than getting lost in your head. you joke and you laugh a little bit harder at a friend’s joke, you drive a little bit faster while trying to be as careful as possible, you scream your heart out to a song you hear on the radio and you DO NOT focus on the images in your brain.

And then slowly, thankfully, you manage going through the motions of dinner and the evening is almost over and you chill on the couch with your cat and you’re like “huh. This isn’t going to go away. But I’m still here.” and it’s all you have and you suddenly realise it matters. It matters, you’re still here. That’s all you have.

[frizox]

“It’s not fair” you tell yourself. But you used to shout it. You used to sob through the words. You used to not even be able to think those words because you thought yourself somehow made to absorb all of that ugliness, it was your purpose. You used to not think at all because at first you were reduced to an animal little thing who was hurt hurt hurt and whose only instinct was fight and survive.

“It’s not fair” you tell yourself. As you make yourself dinner. As you eat through the nausea. As you wash your face and brush your hair and put on your pyjamas and go to bed. “It’s not fair” you tell yourself, mourning the self that was not safe because you now know what safe can feel like.

“It’s not fair,” but it’s progress and it’s all you have.

[frizox]

sometimes there’s no getting over trauma. you get better at handling the triggers: something you would vomit over now makes you desperately cling to reality and interact, interact, interact rather than getting lost in your head. you joke and you laugh a little bit harder at a friend’s joke, you drive a little bit faster while trying to be as careful as possible, you scream your heart out to a song you hear on the radio and you DO NOT focus on the images in your brain.

And then slowly, thankfully, you manage going through the motions of dinner and the evening is almost over and you chill on the couch with your cat and you’re like “huh. This isn’t going to go away. But I’m still here.” and it’s all you have and you suddenly realise it matters. It matters, you’re still here. That’s all you have.

[ode-on-a-grecian-butt]

art by @niochemblyat

[ode-on-a-grecian-butt]

I always know its getting toasty out in the world because girls start reblogging this post like crazy

[midnightinshadow]