i am in PAIN

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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i am in PAIN
do you ever think about how in fifteen taylor said “i found time can heal most anything” and then in cornelia street she says “that’s the kind of heartbreak time could never mend”
Kelley answers a particularly ridiculous question perfectly. (2:52)
Today this went from being iconic to being ICONIC.
“it’s not a problem”
““I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’””
— My Heart is Full of Open Windows (via naturaekos)
“And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.”
— Iain Thomas (via amargedom)
hi it is one of those days don’t touch me
yesterday i listened to a podcast stephanie allynne was on and she said at one point before they started dating she wrote tig this long email pouring her heart out about how she really liked her but they couldn’t date because she was straight and tig just replied ‘okay dyke’ and i’m still screaming about it
I WROTE DOWN THE QUOTE:
“And I wrote her this really long email, like six months in, where I’m like–and it was after we had first kissed–and I was like, “Ok so I don’t regret doing that, that was so good, we had such a great time, but I’m just not gay and I feel like I’m doing–” blah blah blah, like, the longest email ever, and I’m like, I have to just get this all out. And, um, and then I send it. And then like, seconds later–I mean after she had read it–she writes back, “Ok, dyke.””
I shouldn’t have called
‘Cause we shouldn’t speak
You do make me hard
But she makes me weak
me: i get over things very quickly
someone: *mentions clexa*
also me:
We all are.
I’ll be looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing you.
the best song in all of human history
lgbtq meme → bi characters [1/3]: kat edison
i am scarlet magazine’s first black female department head.
Me on that gay shit
Gideon Mendel’s The Ward
Memories from the heart of the Aids crisis shows true love in a time of terrible tragedy.
These heartbreaking and incredibly moving images show the affection and love shown during the height of the Aids crisis. Photographer Gideon Mendel’s project The Ward began in 1993 when he spent a number of weeks on the Charles Bell wards in London’s Middlesex Hospital. All the patients on the ward were dying with the knowledge that there was no cure for the disease. During this time antiretroviral medications were not available and patients on the ward faced the prospect of an early death.
“Americans love Mexican food. We consume nachos, tacos, burritos, tortas, enchiladas, tamales and anything resembling Mexican in enormous quantities. We love Mexican beverages, happily knocking back huge amounts of tequila, mezcal and Mexican beer every year. We love Mexican people — as we sure employ a lot of them. Despite our ridiculously hypocritical attitudes towards immigration, we demand that Mexicans cook a large percentage of the food we eat, grow the ingredients we need to make that food, clean our houses, mow our lawns, wash our dishes, look after our children. As any chef will tell you, our entire service economy — the restaurant business as we know it — in most American cities, would collapse overnight without Mexican workers. Some, of course, like to claim that Mexicans are “stealing American jobs.” But in two decades as a chef and employer, I never had ONE American kid walk in my door and apply for a dishwashing job, a porter’s position — or even a job as prep cook. Mexicans do much of the work in this country that Americans, provably, simply won’t do. We love Mexican drugs. Maybe not you personally, but “we,” as a nation, certainly consume titanic amounts of them — and go to extraordinary lengths and expense to acquire them. We love Mexican music, Mexican beaches, Mexican architecture, interior design, Mexican films. So, why don’t we love Mexico? We throw up our hands and shrug at what happens and what is happening just across the border. Maybe we are embarrassed. Mexico, after all, has always been there for us, to service our darkest needs and desires. Whether it’s dress up like fools and get pass-out drunk and sun burned on Spring break in Cancun, throw pesos at strippers in Tijuana, or get toasted on Mexican drugs, we are seldom on our best behavior in Mexico. They have seen many of us at our worst. They know our darkest desires. In the service of our appetites, we spend billions and billions of dollars each year on Mexican drugs — while at the same time spending billions and billions more trying to prevent those drugs from reaching us. The effect on our society is everywhere to be seen. Whether it’s kids nodding off and overdosing in small town Vermont, gang violence in LA, burned out neighborhoods in Detroit — it’s there to see. What we don’t see, however, haven’t really noticed, and don’t seem to much care about, is the 80,000 dead — mostly innocent victims in Mexico, just in the past few years. 80,000 dead. 80,000 families who’ve been touched directly by the so-called ‘War On Drugs.’”
— Anthony Bourdain: Under the Volcano (via mizoguchi)