How's your sex life?
fantastic, thanks!
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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How's your sex life?
fantastic, thanks!
me: i’m a very private person
someone: hi
me: so i’ll start by describing some of my lighter traumas before i get into the real bad stuff
What We Do in the Shadows
I like to reverse things here are reverse medusa and a reverse centaur
‘Starlight’
Erin Kelso
Digital
For the ‘light’ challenge for Month of Love 2017
Another lovely piece from Month of Love
[Scene: a nervous-looking older man meets with a millennial in a darkened alley.]
Millennial: what's the target?
Man: I don't know if I want to do this.
Millennial: people don't come to us until they've made up their minds.
Man: Alright. Styrofoam cups.
Millennial: Six months and they're gone.
Man: Can millennials really kill styrofoam cups?
Millennial: we can kill anything, but not cheaply.
Man: I can pay. I work for a plasti-
Millennial: I don't need to know and frankly I don't care. One of us will deliver a routing number to a Zurich account. Two billion euros, then we start.
Man: Al..alright.
Millennial: It will be your last chance to reconsider. Once the money is processed you'll have no contact with us again.
Man: I understand. It has to be done.
Millennial: then it's sealed. The cups will join chain restaurants and diamonds in the void.
Man: Thank..thank you.
Millennial: We don't require thanks. Participation is its own trophy.
I love this gif set, and I love Peppermint, but there is one important sentence missing. When I said “How does it feel to finally have black trans women centered in the movement?”, it was followed by “At least at the visible end.”
Because while it’s true that some of the highest profile LGBTQ folks are black trans women, and there is increasing recognition of the role played by women like Marsha P. Johnson and Miss Major, they are far from centered in the overall movement, which is still dominated by white cis men. We’ve both come far, and have far to go.
Stay in the love.
endless list of my favorite movies: rent (2005)
there’s only now, there’s only here / give into love, or live in fear / no other path, no other way / no day but today
Just wanted to share this coming out story from a guy I saw on First Dates. He came out to his dad when he was 20, and then his mum when he was 21, after trying very hard to hide that part of himself and never really discussing anything like that in their household. Hearing his mother’s response after he explained all that was really gratifying. To all Muslim LGBT+ people, As-Salaam-Alaikum <3
he came for his entire life holy shit
Current President of the Electoral College of the United States 😂😂😂
Maximum shade.
Hello, police? I just witnessed a murder.
You know casting directors actually ask models to write down their IG follower count at castings..
i. the look on your parents’ faces when your room smells like pot and you don’t know how to tell them it’s the only thing that makes you feel okay anymore and you don’t know how to explain why you have two empty fifths and six wine bottles in your closet and how your adderall prescription disappeared from the drawer in your mom’s nightstand overnight. ii. your heart feels bolted shut and you don’t love the people you should love anymore. you ask your boyfriend of two years if this is all just a sick joke and the harshness of his voice is enough to send you into a panic attack. he doesn’t understand why you don't look at him like you used to and why you never initiate sex and you don’t know how to tell him that your hands clawing his back is just a way to fill the emptiness. iii. so you stay silent. you stay silent because when you don’t, you words are throwing themselves off the tip of your tongue like a suicide mission and you’re saying anything you can to ignore the fact that you have nothing to say. iv. waiting rooms make you anxious but you always end up in them so you bum a cigarette from the guy next to you and lie when you tell him you forgot your pack at home. your nail beds are disgusting and you did your make-up in the car and you don’t think you match, but at least you woke up today; that’s what they say, right? they still stare. no one congratulates you on that. v. staring people right in the face, trying so hard to grip their words like a safety net, but you have no idea what they are saying because you are drowning in your thoughts. they don’t know how difficult it is to uncover memories accurately when you are living in a haze. vi. eating mac & cheese in a wawa parking lot at one in the morning and telling your friends you made it home safe as you cover your backseat in trash. fluctuating between eating so much you nearly throw up and eating nothing but a freezer-burned ellios pizza in two days. vii. forgetting to take your medication and screaming at your dad until your voice no longer carries. running up to your room and slamming the door so hard, your house shakes. collapsing into your covers crying for no reason at all. listening to him threatening to take all of your privileges away from beneath the stairwell. viii. feeling lazy, unmotivated, sneaking drugs in the bathroom instead of going to class. feeling like a burden, a bad kid, nothing but an outcast.
what no one tells you depression feels like - it’s not just “sad” (via achingchest)
Some days I’m Van Gogh’s Starry Night other days I’m his suicide letter.
souu-h (via wnq-writers)