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maya // pittsburgh sc // fantasticmaya

[dankmemeuniversity]

[trashpits]

so back in high school i was in the class for “troubled kids” and there were like maybe 7 kids in there. there was one punk kid in it and i remember when i got my first denim vest he got excited and just ripped a patch off of his and was like “here is something to add to it” and i always thought it was so sweet and wholesome

and now years later we were just talking and he was like “i’ve always had a thing for you” like goddamn… where was i for this??? why didn’t you tell me??? hello????

[trashpits]

THATS NOT JUST BEING NICE??????????????????

[thequirkyllama]

it’s the punk version of giving flowers my dude

[xanax-bae]

[awwcutepets]

Hedgehog mama and her hoglet

[1dietcokeinacan]

Out and about!

[mapsontheweb]

2016 presidential election by race and gender.

[flowersinoctober]

[fullpraxisnow]

Gentrification is State protected and enforced white supremacist violence.

[varsityqueerleadercaptain-deact]

honestly tell me again how/why gentrification is ever a good thing

this is disgusting you’re wiping out entire communities and perpetrating more and more anti-black violence

[fraiseblond]

[nurcotics]

[piecesolvingapuzzle-deactivated]

Y’all don’t want that pretty girl to stomp on you, you want a long and drawn out sword fight with flirty banter. Quit saying you want her to hit you with a truck, you want her to do The Thing where she gently lifts your chin with her sword while your heart pounds out of your chest and at the end when she has you pinned against the wall with her blade to your throat, you want a heartrending confession with hissed declarations of your undying affection and for her to finally throw her weapon to the side and pull you into a passionate yet tender kiss. Stop lying.

[sonofkrabkrab]

I think Op might be projecting a bit

[piecesolvingapuzzle-deactivated]

You shut your mouth right this minute

[theonion]

[hellsite-yano]

This is the realest one

[catchomps]

[todaysbird]

everything can be magical if you let it be. i remember the first time seeing red-winged blackbirds i was just…enthralled. i watched them for maybe an hour. i thought they made the sweetest noises and were just so pretty. and i found out later on that people consider them nuisances and pests. they’re literally common all over the united states but because they weren’t familiar to me they weren’t a burden or an annoyance but something beautiful. if we don’t let other people tell us how to feel about things, maybe we can just like things for what they are

[dark-alleys]

this is a hotter, deeper take than i ever expected to see from this blog, but you’re so fucking right and i think this is a good ass post and a sentiment everyone should at least think about

[annabellehectorworldofweird]

[batmanego]

if she’s ur girl why is she attaching a radio collar to me to see how i migrate and behave

[renthony]

Anyone want to hear another wholesome story about my dad?

[renthony]

Okay so.

My dad is actually my step-dad. He and my mom got together when I was eight, and got married a few years later. I never actually call him my step-dad, because as far as I’m concerned he’s just my dad.

My bio-dad has never been in the picture. I’ve never even met him. So my formative years were spent having a very complicated relationship with the concept of fathers. I both wanted a dad and didn’t need one, because my family is fairly large and I had no shortage of grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins stepping in to help my mom out.

But I still always felt sad about not having a dad, y'know? Everyone else did. It made me feel lonely and kind of abandoned.

My favorite book when I was little was Papa Please Get the Moon for Me, by Eric Carle. If you’re unfamiliar, the plot is basically that this guy loves his child so much that he literally steals the moon from the sky when she asks. I LOVED that book, but, like…it also made me kind of sad, because I didn’t have a dad who would do that for me.

Fast forward to when I was older, and my (step)dad and my mom had my little brothers. When I was in high school, they were both really little, and one of them got his hands on my copy of Papa Please Get the Moon for Me, which I’d kept for nostalgia’s sake.

Little shit destroyed it. He was little, he didn’t really know any better yet, but I was DEVASTATED. I full-on sobbed. Sure, I could get another one, but it wouldn’t be the same, y'know?

Christmas that year, I open up my gifts, and there’s one from my dad in particular. It was kinda weird, because my parents never really specify when a Christmas gift is from one specifically; they just get all the kids gifts and only label who they’re to.

So I open it, intrigued, and y'all know what it was?

It was NOT a new copy of Papa Please Get the Moon for Me.

But it WAS a light-up model of the moon, that still to this day hangs on the wall in my living room and makes me get a little emotional every time I look at it.

[renthony]

[the-mighty-birdy-deactivated202]

[frnkieroismydaddy]

[d0nn0-deactivated20150125]

Job Interviewer: so what do you for fun?

Me:

[april]

women be fucking each other