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Density map of stars on national flags
Me vision when I get bump on me noggin
will you allow me to share some knowledge with you all even if it makes me sound like a dumb ass stoner
smoking weed out of bong requires all 4 of the elements
artistic parallels
That Midwest feel: When the tornado sirens go off and you panic for a second before remembering āOh, itās Wednesdayā
what does this mean
It means itās Wednesday, bro. If a tornado hits on a Wednesday it canāt hurt you. Those are the rules.
why be romantic when you can just be roman
Iām not American but this shit still drives me crazyā¦
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their loverās once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds Iāve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, āis love a feeling? Or is it a choice?ā We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, weād never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the āfeeling of loveā had vanished or faded and they werenāt happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. Iāve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. Iāve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
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if thereās any piece of our history that young LGBT people choose to learn about, please learn about the AIDS crisis
please learn about serophobiaĀ
please learn about how theĀ āLGBT communityā really came together as a form of protection, and as a last ditch effort for family, when a lot of our families had left our elders to die because of their gayness, transness, and HIV/AIDS statusĀ
donāt let our history die out. cishets tried so hard to erase us, donāt do it to yourself
Reposting for pride month š
Just a reminder that to this day, gay men cannot donate blood at most plasma banks or blood banks, because of the fear is Aids and Hiv
Neither can bi/pan men or trans women
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āTell me to go homeā
this vine is called ākicked too muchā and i think it is my favorite vine of all time
Why did they even bother arrested a dude wearing those white uncle sandals tho