Labrador.

YOU ARE A GLORIOUS HEADFUCK THING. OWN IT. :v

[cabinporn]

The 684 square foot Mini Mod Cabin #3 at The Sea Ranch.
Designed by @framestudio__ Photographs by @adamrousephoto More photos on @cabinporn.

[stolenchapstick]

i have to remind myself everyday

[teesthashit]

Strength, mastery. But weakness, folly, failure also. Yes, failure most of all. The greatest teacher, failure is. Luke, we are what they grow beyond.

[lifesgoodsometimes]

[teesthashit]

There are more than 13 reasons why I need a bf

[teesthashit]

It's because I love you Not because were far apart It's because I love you And because your near my heart

It's because I miss you Oh how long it seems to be It's because I miss you Thoughts of you come back to me

Once we walked together From the fields up to the door Promised love forever I remember that day still It's because I love you I'll come home to you one day It's because I love you In my thoughts you'll always stay

Oh, Do what you want to do, 

be what you want to be yeah

[teesthashit]

I just watched Holding The Man and then cried. It’s the first time an AIDS movie has really gotten to me. Probably because it’s about two Melbourne boys. :,( 

[teesthashit]

Reek ❤️ Ramsay

[frankocean]

I read in the paper that my brothers are being thrown from rooftops blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs for violating sharia law. I heard the crowds stone these fallen men if they move after they hit the ground. I heard it’s in the name of God. I heard my pastor speak for God too, quoting scripture from his book. Words like abomination popped off my skin like hot grease as he went on to describe a lake of fire that God wanted me in. I heard on the news that the aftermath of a hate crime left piles of bodies on a dance floor this month. I heard the gunman feigned dead among all the people he killed. I heard the news say he was one of us. I was six years old when I heard my dad call our transgender waitress a faggot as he dragged me out a neighborhood diner saying we wouldn’t be served because she was dirty. That was the last afternoon I saw my father and the first time I heard that word, I think, although it wouldn’t shock me if it wasn’t. Many hate us and wish we didn’t exist. Many are annoyed by our wanting to be married like everyone else or use the correct restroom like everyone else. Many don’t see anything wrong with passing down the same old values that send thousands of kids into suicidal depression each year. So we say pride and we express love for who and what we are. Because who else will in earnest? I daydream on the idea that maybe all this barbarism and all these transgressions against ourselves is an equal and opposite reaction to something better happening in this world, some great swelling wave of openness and wakefulness out here. Reality by comparison looks grey, as in neither black nor white but also bleak. We are all God’s children, I heard. I left my siblings out of it and spoke with my maker directly and I think he sounds a lot like myself. If I being myself were more awesome at being detached from my own story in a way I being myself never could be. I wanna know what others hear, I’m scared to know but I wanna know what everyone hears when they talk to God. Do the insane hear the voice distorted? Do the indoctrinated hear another voice entirely?

[teesthashit]

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

Sylvia Plath - “The Bell Jar”

[elliekendrick-moved-deactivated]

1.01 // 6.05

[teesthashit]

Summer baby :’( 

[teesthashit]

Taylor Henderson (babe) sings Evermore Lights Surrounding You for beyond blue round.

[teesthashit]

Uhhhhhhhh yeeeaaahhhhh. Tom Mitchell Kurt Tippett Heath Grundy.

[teesthashit]

#NowPlaying I Need A Forest Fire (Bon Iver) by James Blake

[teesthashit]

We all need to admit that we were impressed by dead Jon Snow’s bulge. Just like Melisandre was.

[teesthashit]

I get irrationally excited whenever I hear Ocean Drive.

[teesthashit]

...here was a frightening reminder that growing up can mean backsliding—especially when you allow yourself to be exactly who everyone fears you are.

Spencer Kornhaber for The Atlantic on Season 5 finale of HBO's Girls. http://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2016/04/girls-surprising-definition-of-adulthood/478704/

[teesthashit]

She says she loves the moonlight and the way it pulls the tide. But it's just daylight in disguise. And it'll lead to our demise. Yeah, the night ain't on your side. And, come to think of it, neither am I.

The Rubens - The Night Is On Our Side