[efemeralis]

the fact that is impossible for me, in one life, to study classical studies, archaeology, international relations, all the literature in the world, get a languages degree in italian, german, greek, latin, russian and french; learn how to play the violin and also piano, cello, guitar and the flute; learn how to sing, both modern singing and classical singing/opera; is my villain origin story.

[lesbianrey]

shout out to me in 5 years…hope shes doing something cool i’m rooting for her

[ordinary-plainjane]

A jacket. It’s crazy to think all of this happened over a simple jacket. But that’s the thing though, it wasn’t a simple jacket. It was a letterman jacket with dark blue and yellow outlines. The stark contrast of white mixed in with the other colors gave the impression that it was worth quite a bit. But that didn’t stop you from giving it to me, even when there was no indication that we’d see each other again.

[noisemx]

Chris Schweizer - “Important Life Lessons That I Learned from Raul Julia’s Portrayal of Gomez Addams”

[metamorphesque]

Oscar Wilde / Vincent van Gogh / Virginia Woolf

[thezeroquotes]

And in her smile, I see something more beautiful than the stars.

— Beth Revis

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Celestial by exellero

[the-wolf-and-moon]

NGC 3324, Gabriela Mistral Nebula

[deseos-de-la-via-lactea]

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[artofjoohei]

✨☀️Sun and Moon 🌙 ✨

[lacetulle]

[geyashvecova]

Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Energy Keeper_Lunar flight) Archive_181020

[dualvoidanima]

‘figure’

[dualvoidanima]

‘gentle’

[artisticlog-deactivated20231213]

Be like a flower that gives its fragrance even to the hand that crushed it. 🌹

[whitepeopletwitter]

[daring-greatly]

Side note on this: all those college conservatives saying liberal professors are shutting them down because of their conservative ideas and refusing to hear otherwise? In my experience the “shut down” is just being asked to DEFEND their position for the first time and not accepting shitty half thought out “proofs” that fall apart on their own.

[the-library-alcove]

Derek Black, son of a Grand Wizad of the KKK, broke free of White Nationalism because of this very effect.

[humansofnewyork]

“It was the worst thing you could be called as a high school boy. It was interchangeable with stupid, or ‘things we don’t like.’ Math homework was ‘gay.’ Gym class was ‘gay.’ So I grew up feeling that if people knew who I really was, they would find me disgusting and unlovable. And that extended to my own family. My parents never spoke about sexuality at home. The few questions they did ask would project straightness onto me, like: ‘Do you have a crush on any girls in your class?’ But for the most part there was silence. And in some ways the silence was worse. Because it suggested the subject was too taboo, too tainted, to even bring up at the dinner table. My parents were liberal. They’d let me read whatever I wanted. They took me to R-rated movies. We could talk about murderers and terrorists, but we couldn’t talk about that. So I kept it a secret. Until the age of seventeen when my sister read my diary, and told my mother what she’d found. I felt powerless. Caught. I pleaded with them to let me tell my father. He was the one who coached my little league teams, and encouraged me to watch action movies, and showed me pages from the Victoria’s Secret catalogue. So I was most afraid of his reaction. I walked into his bedroom at 3 AM, and shook him awake. I couldn’t even bring myself to say the words. ‘Remember my friend Sean?’ I asked. ‘He doesn’t come over anymore because I told him I have feelings for him.’ What happened next is kind of a blur. But I remember my father holding me, and telling me that he loved me as I was. It was a nice moment, but the next morning I couldn’t even look him in the eye. I tried to sneak out the garage door, but he called me from the top of the stairs. ‘What I told you last night stands,’ he said. I’d always thought that coming out would be the end of the work. From the little you see in movies, and how it’s spoken about, it’s supposed to be the ‘happily ever after’ part of a gay person’s life. But for me it’s when the hard part really started. I had to look in the mirror, and ask: ‘What did all this conditioning do to me?’ My father had just looked at me and said: ‘I love you unconditionally.’ Why couldn’t I say that to myself?”