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I’m doing this idk why I love this so much
This is an accurate description of how I'm currently feeling.
One year.
525,600 minutes.
525,000 moments so dear.
Amazing.
Probably the most amazing gif I have ever seen.
This is beyond perfect.
My favorite gif
I can't stop watching. I'm crying.
Praise, give me praise! Why is no1 praising my creativity? Why is no1 questioning my ART? Am I invisible? Or are you
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What is it like, falling in love with a person you’ll never have? I’ll tell ya what it’s like: It’s taking the blame for a younger sibling, and still watching them be punished for it. It’s the smile on a fishermen’s face while he’s reeling in his biggest catch, only to have the line snap. It’s driving 80 with the windows down... in a hail storm. It’s Waiting for the stars on the cloudiest night. It’s A hand shake, a one arm hug, a fucking wave goodbye. All without having the nerve to ask why.
Lady Gaga and Marina Abramovic.
It doesn't get much better than this. Speak the truth, Gaga.
Baby I Would
Drive over to her house, To dance in her street light. Kiss her on the lips, And hold her too tight. Take her into the bedroom, Ask her to dance. The song is called Fate; True love at first glance. She swims in my eyes, Under red skies night, The light house of my life, True sailors delight. If I could sew you back together, Honey I would. If I could kiss away your scares, Baby I would. Let me heal your broken pieces with memory's of the good. Because for you, Baby, I would. Do. Anything.
June 28, 1969: The Stonewall riots begin.
The Stonewall riots, though not the first protest of its kind, is commonly regarded as the beginning of the gay liberation movement of the 1960s and 70s and the modern LGBT rights movement. It erupted in response to a police raid on the Stonewall Inn, in Greenwich Village, Manhattan. The Stonewall Inn opened in 1967 as a Mafia-funded gay establishment, attracting and serving patrons of different races and socioeconomic backgrounds, as well as transgender patrons, who were often barred from other establishments, while technically lacking a valid liquor license to do so; at the time, many such establishments were closed down or refused licenses by the New York State Liquor Authority for promoting “indecent conduct", forcing many (such as the popular Stonewall Inn) to operate illegally. The owners of Stonewall utilized bribes and other underhanded tactics to keep the establishments open, and the bar was also prepared for regular police raids - even to relocate, if such measures were necessary.
One of these police raids took place on the evening of June 27 to the morning of June 28 resulting in thirteen arrests, but more importantly, an event that triggered America’s LGBTQ community to public action. In accordance with “standard procedure", the policemen barred the doors and began checking the identifications of the patrons, in some cases leading select customers to bathrooms to verify their sex. As the policemen assembled the patrons in line and transported the seized alcohol to police cars, a crowd began to form outside Stonewall to watch the events unfold. What finally sparked a full-scale riot was, reportedly, the cry of one woman, who yelled “Why don’t you guys do something?" to the crowd of bystanders, and then was shoved into a police wagon. Hundreds of people then broke into a riot, scuffling with the police, smashing windows, and hurtling items. These were not spontaneous, random acts of destruction, but rather the culmination of pent-up anger and frustration over the continued silencing and suppression of the communities; said one demonstrator:
We all had a collective feeling like we’d had enough of this kind of shit. It wasn’t anything tangible anybody said to anyone else, it was just kind of like everything over the years had come to a head on that one particular night in the one particular place…
A lull interrupted the rioting before an even larger demonstration began over the next few days, collectively making up the country’s first major and highly-publicized gay rights demonstration.Â
Food For Thought / Daily Rant.
Where do I begin when every word, every memory is a lie? I don't know who I am. Maybe I do, but feel a glamorous story feels more right? Living a lie feels more free and more true than any real experience. Is that the point of life? If this life is what we make it, then are lies actually lies at all? Maybe they're the lives we choose; LIES. Writers make money off their lies. Spending countless hours brewing up delicious tales people are eager to indulge in. When a lie breaks the wall of reality what does it become? A truth or a story, concocted from a kitchen called the mind? What's the difference between a lie and a story? Is the line so thin it could be severed by a knife? Or is it more profound, not easily repeated from a ancient recipe?
Cheers
Finish my beer, Sit alone. Watch the sun go down. Dream of days, days without fear. Wish that I, wish that I, Could be next to you. But I'm still, just here, Dreaming of the view. When did I become the go-to guy? Don't you see, See what your doing to me? I put my life on the line, Just to show you a good time. Then you leave, Leave me Without a goodbye. Now I drink to the time, I had next to you; Those long hours spent That incurable view. So this drink is to you, And all our battle cries; Cheers to the loves That never had goodbyes.
The B Side
They saw me coming, When I slipped from the womb. Baby you can't stop it, I'm gonna show you the world. Just keep watching, And don't close your eyes; Cause it's time yeah it time Nows the time. Call me bad, call me mad Say I'm the devils right hand man, Keep it coming keep it coming, Use my words to understand. I'm here to show, here to show you It's okay to be a nuisance, Watch your mouth, watch your mouth Cause I'm no bad influence. Just keep watching, And don't close your eyes, Because I'm bad, yeah I'm bad Why do you look so surprised? They saw me coming, saw me coming And I'm coming for blood. I'm here to show, here to show you It's okay to be a nuisance, Watch your mouth, watch your mouth Cause I'm no bad influence Now close your eyes, cause I'm the bad guy, Look away look away The devil in disguise, don't be surprised when you see they were right. I am the cult, I am the cult, And I'm here to be a nuisance, Cause they were right, yes they were right, I am a bad influence.
Boat On Fire
Drifting out at sea, No destination in mind. Got a six pack of beer, leave the world behind. Can't look at the stars For the glare of the moon. What's comes next? Midnight or noon? Fight the waves, Do your best. We know your trying, Hanging by a wire. But it's hard to stay afloat, When your boat is on fire. Down they fall, One piece at the time. Down come the walls, That were once mine. Never give up, Cause time almost is. Just close your eyes, And remember the bliss. Watch as the waves grow higher and higher, But how can I live on a boat that's on fire? Flame by flame, peel back my skin I pray to thee, make it quick As quick as you can. But I won't stop fighting, Until the very end. So how can it be, My life at sea? No life was lived, At least not for me. Cause I took the boat, The boat on fire, And never once blinked, Until the waves got higher.
The Show Must Go On
Curtains closed fade to grey. Last line of the show What did he say? The moon is high To show the way Last line of the show What did he say? Sun comes up Just another day Last line of the show What did he say? Curtain closes On an empty stage Last line of the show: "I can't deal with the grey."
Crawling
Put on a happy face, smile the pain away. If you could walk in my shoes, Could you handle just one day? Im Young dumb and on a mission. No one ever taught me how to handle adult decisions. Where were you, when my tears kept falling? When I learned to walk before crawling? This is a dog eat dog world, and I spend my time in the pound. When I build myself up, you knock me back to the ground. I thought you were a man. A man of his word. Respect. Dignity. Honor. But when will you learn to be a father?
Choice Worth Making
Everything that's done, it's done because of me. Every move that's made, It's made selfishly. Unintentional disasters. Caused intentionally. Letting go is never a choice, a choice worth making. Watch you leave, then chase you Thinking Can we rewind the past? But you can't go back, Cause letting go is never a choice, A choice worth making. The hours, no days. I watched you laugh, watched you play. We knew it all, learning nothing; but how to stand tall. I was your ball and you my chain, Can we go back To before it all changed? The answer is no, cause tomorrows already faded, Is letting go a choice A choice worth making?
Cloud Faces
To the people I miss, it's my fault were apart. I've never been one to keep it together. Running from one place to another. But I see your faces, in the cloud shaped races; never looking back the same. We pass each other in the mob of society, you shout your praises and Wait What's your name? It's my fault we never became as close as your day dream, I'm just one person. Can't I just walk away? Can't you create your own better version? And yet you do, but you never forget. I watch your life play out in phases, always wishing I had more time. Why is that such a crime, when the cat watches the rabbit? I'm lost in my own desires, it's nothing against you. Your beautiful. The sailor at sea, looking for the next big thing. I'm distracted by the voices that never cease there persuasion. And yet You never forget. Although it seems, I've got no heart I've got no soul I've got no start I've been running this race since the day I was born. A senseless race that always leaves you torn. Scorned. Hurt by me. Always running from one place to the next. Searching for something better, neglecting new friends. Will I ever be who you want? Will I make those amends? Or will you keep going onward, never looking back? The shapeless clouds, following their rightful track. A new place, everyday of your life. Leaving me behind. Or is it I who left you, for my own selfish claims? Wait. Tell me again What are your names?
Tortoise Psalm
It may take forever, but lets count the stars together. Lay awake and count our blinks, just watch the universe fall in sync. You'll dream big and I'll force you to dream bigger. After all we've seen and done, a moment of silence is golden, don't ya figure? We'll laugh at tomorrow, and cry for today. Praying that none of this will ever go away. "Where do we go, with no home to claim?" "But you see my dear, it's all part of this plan." We tangle our hands, holding tightly to truth. "I'm never homeless when I'm with you." Trees dripping wet with rain since fallen, could this be love? This miscounted poem? And so we start from the beginning, laying under the stars. "Lets count them again, because their forever ours."
The worlds greatest achievements were accomplished because one person took that first step in the right direction.