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bi-privilege:

y’all ready for this logical leap? straight people do not need straight pride because they’ve never been made to feel lesser because of their sexuality! wow! what a fucking radical idea!

bombaycinemaclub:

The first sip of tea is always the hardest.

that isn’t supposed to be inspirational, I’m just stating it’s fucking nerve-racking waiting for it to touch your lips and potentially having it melt your face off 

sorry:

when a plan sounds good in your head:

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but then you try it out in real life:

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(Source: sorry)

(Source: vegan-queer)

mykashikoifandoms8:

director: trumpets?

trumpets: yes?

director: shut up

bowielegged:

boys…i have a hint 4 u: black skinny jeans

poppunkfunk:

I’m in this weird stage where I don’t really like myself, but I don’t really care anymore

it’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.

- (via azul-estrellas)

My second grade teacher liked to ask us,
“How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?”
Ten always meant I’m super, thank you
and one was always not today, Mrs. MacAuley, not today.
But I never liked numbers, they would always
twist and rebel against my mind so I chose
to speak in colors instead.

January third - I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.

February seventh - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.

April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.

April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.

May first - I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.

June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.

Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.

But you,
you leave me a blinding white followed by a soft yellow:
the color of sunlight after a period of darkness.

- Kelsey Danielle, “A Diary of Colors” (via pigmenting)

rustedknees:

the more I think about it, the more I realize that 2009 me would be pretty scared/intimidated by 2014 me and that’s what counts