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Was bisher geschah
Alle: Lea, nein!
Lea: Lea, ja!
My hands are trembling
My hands are trembling. I don't know why. I can't make them stop. My hands are trembling. I can't sleep. I'm outside now. It snows. The world looks pretty. Pure. Clean. My hands are trembling and i don't know why. It's not because of the cold. The bakery has been open for an hour now. I'm going to by bagels. Maybe my parents will be happy about it. They're still sleeping. I'm the first out this morning. Nobody has walked through the fresh snow yet. I'm the first one ruining it with my footprints. My hands are trembling. It feels crisper. My feet on the ground. The way the fresh snow sticks together. My hands are trembling and it's not because of the cold. There is a bird jumping from one twig to another. He looks happy. If a bird can look happy. His chirps smell like spring. It's not spring yet. The bakery is warm. My glasses are mist over. The air tastes comfortable. To me it's unsettling. My hands are trembling. It's not because of the cold. The way back is different. The world is awake. There are cars driving down the street. The drivers look at me weirdly. Maybe they want to be asleep. Maybe their just nosy. I put the bagels in the oven. They were warm when i got them. Freshly made. There still a bit warm. My hands are still trembling. I need to stay in motion. I could shovel the snow off the street. The air outside looks different again. I take a deep breath. It feels good to be outside. I can breathe. My hands are trembling, but maybe a little bit less. I like how the broom sounds on the floor. It's not loud. Almost peaceful. I don't feel the cold. I feel content. My hands are cramped. I can barely feel them. They're still trembling. It's not because of the cold. I'm done now, but I don't want to go inside just yet. It's peaceful out here. I decide to do my neighbour's driveway too. Maybe it'll be a nice surprise to them. They are awake. It's probably because of their child. He's almost a year old. I hope I didn't wake him up. They're living next to us for over 2 years now. I still refer to them as 'the new neighbours'. To me the moved in a few month ago. I have a cramp in my back. I'm too young to have a cramp in my back. Maybe it's because of the hours I spent lying upside down on the couch tonight. I don't know how long I've been outside. I don't know what time it is. The clock says 7:38. Nearly an hour now. The cold slowly creeps up my body. I can feel it in my legs. I decide to go inside. I'm gonna be sick anyway. It's still snowing. I can barely turn the key. I don't feel my hands. They are trembling. Maybe, this time it's because of the cold.
My dad left for work half an hour ago, vessel is playing for the 7th time this night and I just bought an ukulele...
COME ON BROS, IT’S 2017
credit to slowtawn on instagram
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The bloopers are here! God is real!!!
soon.
summary: a piece on the wedding phil went to and dan’s domestic fantasies word count: 343 warnings: none
Dan watches as Phil’s cousin laughs into the crook of her new husband’s neck. There are perhaps fifteen couples on the dance floor, but Dan’s been entranced by the newly weds since their first dance. Phil’s cousin is glowing, her husband is staring at her like she’s the most beautiful thing he’s seen in his entire life.
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NATIONAL COMING OUT DAY
I will never forget the day I came out - New Years Eve, 2011/2012. A few weeks earlier, I sat in McDonald’s with my mother, I remember saying “I need to tell you something,” and then pretending I forgot and deflecting to school. I remember being so scared that day that the words I wanted to say simply wouldn’t form on my lips.
And then, weeks later, I sat there in the living room, my mother just a few feet away, and I typed a post on facebook. It was easy to type, I was determined not to begin a new year denying a part of who I was, but when it came time to hit the post button, I couldn’t do it. I closed my laptop, left it in the chair, and went to my room. I remember sitting in the floor next to my backpack - it didn’t have my school supplies inside, it had my toothbrush and clothes, I had packed it earlier that day and sat it behind the door just in case. I remember returning to the living room, sitting in the chair, and staring at the post I had written. I had to force myself to hit the post button and then I quickly deleted it. After I had re-typed it, I sat there again, finger hovering above the touchpad, courser on the post button, just waiting. I took a deep breath, and hit it. Part of it read; “I am gay.”
At first, she didn’t say anything, not verbally, but as I sat there nervously reading as notifications popped up from friends, many of whom already knew because I had been outed as Bisexual at school earlier that year, and then it happened… She liked my status. Sitting just a few feet away, my mother typed a comment expressing that she loved me and that she accepted me for who I was. A huge wave of relief rushed over me. I remember hugging her later in the kitchen, and she said; “You have to make yourself happy.”
Of course, some were not so kind, I remember having to delete certain comments, I remember people lying about how they felt, saying things like “we still love you,” as if it was a flaw that they had to ignore in their eyes. It took me a long time to learn how to deal with the hate, I had been bullied for other things, so it was nothing new, but the bullying was intense, and sometimes came from people or in ways that I never expected. There were times when it was simply being ignored or shunned, there were verbal altercations, and there were occasional physical ones. I was already struggling due to Ryan’s death, so this made things even harder and I began to think I should have stayed closeted. I remember one specific time, I was in Chemistry class, and someone told me to kill myself before I get AIDS and burn in hell… It hit me so hard that I went across the hall to the bathroom with a hand full of pain killers, trying to convince myself to just end it.
And yet, here I am, almost 5 years later, an openly gay man in a proud and accepting city. I wake up every day under a rainbow flag on my wall, I call my mother to chat about a boy and we make jokes about rainbows and how fabulous I am, and I live life like everyone else - I wake up to go to work, I stress about bills, I flirt hopelessly with someone way out of my league, I buy groceries and then moan about how much they cost, I stand in the shower and plan scenarios in my head that will never happen, I look at the dishes piled up and decide to put it off until tomorrow - because at the end of the day, being gay doesn’t define me, it doesn’t make me different at all, being gay is just another factor in my own adventure of this thing we call life. But I am a proud, openly gay man, I live my life knowing I don’t have to hide who I love (Well, let’s say I don’t have to hide the type that I love… cough cough), and I have become content with knowing some people will never accept that. I stand up for myself and my community without fear.
And I know many of you have your own coming out story, some were written before I was born, some are new and still forming, and some have yet to be written, but no matter what phase your coming out story is in, I want you to know first and foremost that your story will be one to take pride in, it will be brave and courageous, no matter how ‘easy’ or challenging it is. Second, I want you to know that if you stand today, openly identifying as a member of the LGBTQ community, I am proud of you and congratulate you on your liberation from the closet. Lastly, if you read this today from within the closet, I want you to know that I am proud of you too, maybe you’re still becoming comfortable with your sexuality, maybe it is something you have yet to define or label, or maybe you just haven’t made the step of openly expressing it, but no matter that, I am proud of you for surviving the struggle so far, and I want you to know that I am here for you, I and so many others, reach out to you today and say 'you are not alone, you are beautiful, and whenever you are ready, there is an entire world out there ready to welcome you and love you.’ All of us, closeted or not, need to remember to be kind to one another, to learn and teach, to love and laugh, and to accept ourselves and accept each other.
To my mother, I love you and I am so proud of how far you have come, never would I imagine the hilarious and open conversations we have now, but I wouldn’t trade them for the world. I got my best feature from you - my heart - and because of that, you will always be a part of my story.
And to my best friend, thank you too, because without you, I definitely wouldn’t be where I am today, and honestly, I wouldn’t have survived. You are the reason I smile every day, you make me laugh, you annoy me, and I love you beyond words. Nothing makes me happier than watching your story be written.
So happy National Coming Out Day to all of my LGBTQ family and friends. Thank you all for reading my story, now go write yours.
Be proud, be strong, be brave, and never forget; It gets better.
Angel Bean
Okay i know I’ve done this before but their is a lot of Dan on my dash due to him reaching 6 mil and his latest selfie and although i am very proud of Dan, I want to take a moment for my favorite angel bean (no gifs are mine)
^^^ what a dork, am I right
I honestly think Phil deserves so many more subscribers than he has. He makes me so happy, more than any other youtuber. He is literally a ray of sunshine in my life.
This goes for all kinds of ships. Septiplier, Jelix, PewdieCry, etc. People should be respectful and the fact that people need ta show that there are ppl who dont harass ppl over certain ships is fucking mind-boggling.
#pewdiecry #septiplier #phan #jelix #ships
Calypso? That’s not even someone from Greek Mythology
Dan Howell, 2016 (via aestheticpoptarts)
Isn’t Calypso the one horse from Horseland?
⭐🌠✨🌌Spaceboy!Dan because I’m still working on proportions ✨🌌🌠⭐
Reblogs are awesome, reposts are not! Please don’t repost!
I love it when people give me moving pictures for Christmas
yo yo yo m8! do you want to be a part of a Cool Groupchat with a bunch of Cool Kids™? (we lame af)
then its your time my guy! the 2009squad is accepting members!
cool perks of joining: - friends - people who reblog your stuff - memes - more memes - phannie™ conversations - banter
all you need to do to join is: - follow the admins @rebloggingphan and @lesterrr - follow the net blog @2009squad - REBLOG THIS POST and lastly
FILL OUT THE APPLICATION FORM HERE !
we will be picking more people now cause loads of people from our last application couldn’t be added :(
WE WILL BE ANNOUNCING THE MEMBERS ON THE 4TH OF DECEMBER HURRY UP KIDS U HAVE 2 DAYS
- peace out, lisa and sone
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This could be us, but you allergic to peanuts
i was feeling all the shadowland feels okAY DONT HURT ME
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Beautiful
Thank you!!!