This gif…Oh my jesus, oh my damn!

(via nateriot)

who else fondly remembers the time in their life when they thought they were straight

nothing but memories now, lost in a sea of gay

AIN’T NO PARTY LIKE A RAINBOW PARTY CAUSE AT A RAINBOW PARTY YOU DON’T HAVE TO WEAR PANTS!

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right.

I sincerely thought 
about writing a little
something about
my areolas
because
well…why not?

Then I decided
against it
because
I’m not the
sort to write 
something 
like that.

But then again
I could be
and I 
have been
and if I want 
to write about
my goddamn
areolas then
I should just do it,
right?

Right.

(Source: lesleypowers, via callmecaptain)

Today I did something I haven’t done in a really, really long time.

Today, I prayed.

It felt a bit odd, for I wasn’t praying TO anyone in particular. It was more of a, “Hey, if there are any cosmic entities out there, please keep my mom safe.”

My momma made sure that all of her kids got some special one-on-one time with her before her surgery, and she asked me to go to church with her during my time. There was no way to say no.

I would most likely set myself on fire if my mom asked me to.

There are no words.

flee.

There is a black bird, perched
with scarlet wing,
chirping exclamation points
as though I, with
human unhearing ear
might be able to decipher
those frantic tweets.

Please, little bird,
don’t fret so.
Do you not see how
very free you are?
With just a flap of your
beautiful wings, you soar
to any place your 
avian heart desires

But perhaps that is 
the reason for your cries?
With no discernible home
of your own, you must
wander all your days, the
constant nomad.

A clear, glass window
could be your salvation,
if only you could somehow
muster the courage.
 

Unoccupied nest
Blue, broken bits underneath
Mother’s silent grief

raging waters.

There are always
the uphill battles
that must be bested.
Then there are
those that must be
swum upstream.

Glancing back,
the journey never
looks as difficult,
but the weary, worn
body knows.

There are moments
when the current is
too strong to fight,
so we give in to
the defeat - but
only for a while.

For the journey
is not over;
the battle, not won

So we go on,
fighting with every
ounce of our being,
trying to stay afloat
when the waves are
determined to end
the quest.

Our lungs, near to
bursting
always make it
to the surface, gasping
for one more breath,

just one
to make it through
until the water inundates,
until the war is

but

a

memory