lovingdread

justslowdown:

passionpeachy:

me, gay and running out of breath going up the stairs: I bet I could run a farm

me, gay with scoliosis and a joint problem and depression and anxiety and running out of breath going up the stairs: I CAN run a farm I just have to do it in my own way!!

2 yrs later:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

fireheartedkaratepup:

scyphozoic:

rubyfruitjumble:

teach a man to fish and he’ll forget who you are and then he’ll see you in a bar a month later and he’ll try to seduce you by telling you things he assumes you don’t know about fishing

oh my gd

Please check out the tags from the person I reblogged this from, omw

anyways thats how i saw a man die on the subway

src: @the-exsalted-one

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

8ddict:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

captainlordauditor:

some iconic dialogue that sounds like its from the great canon of literature but are actually from memes

I will face God and walk backwards into Hell

“I’ll do whatever you want” “then perish”

I have been through hell and come out singing

feel free to add more!

There are no gods here

Do I look like the kind of man who dies

God’s dead and soon we will be too

I thought there were no heroes left in this world

• you kneel before my throne unaware that it was built on lies

Impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end

This is hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods

Bury me shallow, I’ll be back

hall–o–ween:

bi-trans-alliance:

bi-trans-alliance:

“I think it’s important to be able to be like, ‘Yes, your shoulders are broad, yes your hands are big and your voice is deep and you’re really tall and people notice you, and that makes you noticeably trans, but that doesn’t make you any less beautiful,’” [Laverne Cox] says.

“You’re not beautiful despite those things, you’re beautiful because of those things, and [believing] that has to be an active conscious process.”

Trans Is Beautiful: Laverne Cox on the Work of Self-Love via Self

Wow, TERFs are really angry about this post. Guess it’s a good time to reblog it again. 💜

booksquoteslit:

“How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?”

– Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

veggiedaddy:

crow: doing a silly little walk through the grass

me, in tears: fucking superb you funky little death omen

jedimasteramell:

anotherwellkeptsecret:

I used to hate using ‘love’ liberally. I felt it was a sacred word only to be used in very special occasions. Now that I’m older, I’ve come to the realization that love should be shared and felt and received with reckless abandon. Love these characters, love this food, love things in the moment, even if they may seem tiny and insignificant to others. I think it makes life a little more soft around the edges.

Love is not a finite resource.

“How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?” – Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?”

– Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451