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@frogwannabe
āyou canāt love him the way youāre supposed to in this body. in some other world, you press together, boy-mouth against boy-mouth, a different secret, a better one. you donāt need to be taught, you know him by heart, and he understands, you were never a girl. you were always boyshaped - whatever that meant. you love him and you donāt have to give anything up, love was always abundance for you, even now, you refuse to starve for it.ā
ā Jo (a.v.p)
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gay rights pt2
THE AGE OF PINING IS OVER
like for charge and reblog for cast, letās get this love
I remember Icarus well, he
Was a boy made from tiger tooth
And forged sunlight.
He used to pedal through the
Empty, worn streets, on his bicycle.
The blacktop
Another stretch of night sky,
The lamplights, nothing but crash-landed
Stars. Heād meet me at the corner,
Where weād swap secrets, waiting
For dawn to come and turn us
Into nothing more than whispers, washed
Away by birdsong.
He used to speak, lopsidedly,
Used to kiss that way, too.
Always half-grinning, as he
Curled his hands into my hair, as
If he meant to pull daisies from
My cranium.
He used to tell me that he liked
Me, because I carried a pair
Of dancing shoes in my
Bag. Said, he loved
It when Iād put them on,
Because for a second, I would
Leave this planet and
When I came crashing back
Down, Iād have stars
Caught in my hair, from my
Trip to Saturn and back.
Heād always pluck them
From my stray curls, and would
Kiss my knuckles,
As if I were truly an angel
Crash-landed from the
Heavens.
Icarus and I, werenāt lovers, although
Each time I saw him
He taught me how to fly.
We used to sit in his parked car,
I remember it was shitty, but the paint
Was bright red, like my motherās lipstick.
Weād listen to Danzig, and Iād trace
The scars on his back.
White, and ghostly. As if moonlight
Glimmered from inside of him, like
A sleeping God.
Sometimes, heād hold his breath,
As my fingers traced his skin -
I would sometimes count the seconds
That passed in the silence, and
Would wonder, if this is what it
Felt like to drown.
He spoke of escape,
As if it were the last trail to salvation.
When I held him, it was like
Holding the tide -
And when heād pull away, I suddenly
Knew how the sea shore
Felt, without her blessed salt water
Lover.
When the ocean kisses the shore,
Does she leave her with chapped lips
And a longing, that threatened to
Break her in two?
I think about this, as heās leaving me
On my driveway. Peering at me
Through the passenger window,
His eyes full of warm honey, and
June evenings that taste like
Blood, smeared across a
Cut lip.
He doesnāt say āgoodbyeā
And when he leaves,
I feel a star drop onto my shoulder.
I do not brush it away.
The problem with loving
Boys with wings, is that they
Will always love the sky more
Than theyāll ever love you.
The afternoon was hot, and smelled
Of chlorine.
I wore a white dress to the bus stop,
And waited for somewhere to
Arrive at my feet.
Somewhere.
Define:
A place where I, do not feel
Both sleeping girl, and
Consumed God.
When Icarus fell from the sky,
I could feel it in my rib cage.
As if my body were the shattered dawn,
And he was the last star, torn
From my velvet canvas.
I didnāt cry, when I could feel
His heart beat, unwrap itself from my
Own.
However, I waited there, at the
Place where nowhere
Met somewhere, and looked towards
The horizon.
Suddenly, I too, wished for wings.
And a place, for my cracked-heart
To fly, to.
A place, that ached, just as much
As I did.
How To Love A Boy With Wings by @thehorrcr
if youāre white and you act like race issues are just āunnecessary dramaā or ādiscourseā then sorry to tell you but youāre justā¦. racist
yes white people CAN and probably SHOULD reblog this just dont add on anything.
My favorite part of Avatar: the last airbender? I'm so glad you asked
When Aang defeated Ozai and took away his firebending and he's just laying on the floor unable to move and then the gaang reunites and they just roast the SHIT out of him and you can see his healthbar go down with every word they say
Can somebody please help me find that one comic of trans Sokka finally growing mustache (or maybe a beard) and being all proud and showing off to Katara and she's happy fpr him and then he says he'll shave it off now and she asks him didn't he wanna grow facial hair for months and he answers that it was about the choice of having facial hair
Please I'm desperate
i assume you're talking about this post?
YES THANK YOU
Can somebody please help me find that one comic of trans Sokka finally growing mustache (or maybe a beard) and being all proud and showing off to Katara and she's happy fpr him and then he says he'll shave it off now and she asks him didn't he wanna grow facial hair for months and he answers that it was about the choice of having facial hair
Please I'm desperate
im so glad i graduated
video of the yearĀ
keep the rave alive da
Legendary
ive never proofread a single thing ive written in my life as soon the words are outside my brain i no longer recognize them as mine and i want nothing more to do with them
i write bastard sentences with my evil little hands and i make them everyone else's problem
tf is gluten? aint that what germans say .... gluten tag or waddever
why does bart do that voice in this moment and why have i been laughing about it for five fucking hours
ya meen iddaint me noggin issme peepuhs? ohh well thas just Luverlee
Orpheus & Eurydice || Heloise & Marianne
Coyote is surprised by the temperature of the frozen water šš
I feel like if I went back in time and kissed Frank Sinatra heād be fine with it. He wouldnāt initiate anything but if I did it he wouldnāt send his mob connections after me heād just be like āhuh.ā
say what you want about this website but you sure can say frank sinatra would let you down gently if you tried to homosexually seduce him and 120 notes worth of people will be likeĀ āoh yeah no doubtāĀ
Do yāall know where the phrase āeat the richā comes from or do you just repeat it cause you heard it elsewhere?
Itās not a bad thing, I just saw someone say āwe never said who would eat the richā and realized a lot of yāall might not have heard the full quote
Itās from Rousseau and itās āWhen the people shall have nothing more to eat, they will eat the rich"
And, well, thereās a lot of people with nothing to eatā¦
The poor cried,
"We are starving. There is no more bread, and we have nothing to eat."
The rich man said,
"Not my problem you don't work for your bread,"
as if he did not snatch away the grain by his own greedy hands and create filling bread for his own overflowing mouth.
The poor cried,
"We are dying. There is no more medicine, and we're all ill."
The rich man said,
"Not my problem you don't take care of yourselves,"
as if he did not buy all the medicine and raise prices so high
the gods themselves would not
be able to reach.
The poor people
stopped crying,
and the rich man was satisfied...
Until they came knocking at his door one night;
their faces were sunken,
their flesh decaying,
their eyes sightless.
They were monsters
of the rich man's
own making.
As they devoured his flesh,
the rich man cried,
"Please, spare me!"
The ravenous zombies said,
"Not our fault
you fattened yourself
for slaughter."
