#galaxyguarded

[etgramen]

is kissing the homies gay?

    ❝ no. refusing to kiss your homies just makes you look like a bitch. ❞

[mtchstck-archive]

*points @ u* lesbian father,

damn right i am lets go build a football or some shit

[erorred]

         ‘  they’re saying you’ve been getting into trouble again.  ’     /     @galaxyguarded​

[jundlcndwastesmoved1]

               ❝ Who needs a real home when you have a ship that can take you anywhere you want in the galaxy? Besides, birth home is just my parents disapproving of the smuggler lifestyle and wishing I just remained only a mechanic for the rest of my life. I guess they don’t get the concept of carving out your own life for yourself. ❞

@galaxyguarded​ gets a surprise starter !

[sensesdialed-aa]

@galaxyguarded​ replied to your post: Chug ranch everyday

DOWN WITH HARVEY

@spiderfiles​ IT’S BEGUN

[ghstspider]

galaxyguarded replied to your photoset “muse vs mun ”

gay

what ? ? ? ? ? ?me ? ? ? g a Y???? 

[vindictar]

galaxyguarded replied to your post: i read the inside dedication for the sunset tree...

the “you are going to make it out of there alive” really hits different,

the entire album is about a childhood of abuse but it’s told in the past tense, as someone looking back and it has the song ‘this year’ to which the chorus is “i am going to make it through this year if it kills me.” and is more or less an anthem of survival and the album ends with ‘pale green things’ which is about the complex feelings of grief and anger when an abusive family member dies. 

and basically is such an incredible album that manages to be both so personal and vulnerable but also relatable and exactly what you need to hear when you’re going through that situation yourself

[trickshxt]

Just uh. Wraps his arms around Barney. Don't speak of this to anyone. Ever. He'll deny all of it.

He’s found rain brings out the morose in both of them. Grey skies and cold weather bringing up bleak moments that linger in old wounds until they ache. Already muted day melting into one amalgamous moment. 

In no way is he immune from it, book open in front of him but page left unread. Pitter patter of rain on old glass drumming out each word that tries to rise into focus. When Peter’s arms wrap around him he’s startled well and truly. Foot tangling in the stool rungs and startle racing up his spine in a shake. He nearly bites his tongue. And the soft huff that escapes is more surprise than bark. 

But rather than words Peter rests his head on his and after a moment he lets the question of why go. Rain somber around them and the air thick with the dampness that comes. Feel the creak not just in him but in Peter. The grind of bone and the weariness he knows well that makes Peter’s arms heavy and his chest labored. 

A hand slips over Peter’s forearm and if it squeezes, well, it’s more assuredly in knowing. “Think it makes me old or old as fuck t’say rain always makes my shoulder act up?”