WHEN I MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH ANOTHER GAY
All that i can ever be is nothing more than... →
fromonesurvivortoanother: feministdykeslut: Activists are not inherently “the good guys” in this battle for equity. We should realize this. Because when someone calls themselves an advocate for social justice, social equity, etc. that doesn’t necessarily mean they have left behind all…
because fuck you
And then everyone has it out at each other. and in the end Deaf people stop...– Deaf girl on the divide that exists between the hearing and deaf communities. (via oneproudnerd)
I have become one with this essay.
Syntax, motherfucker, do you wield it?
MY REACTION THE FIRST TIME I WENT TO PECS
Well, I am very disappointed in some who people I...
You try and do right by the community and be honest but those who are immature and perpetually lie to others for personal gain win in the end. At least I know I did the right thing.
There is a strange dog in my bed. : /
My dryer is going to tear this apartment complex apart.
For True-biz?: a short story
Today I decided to head to my favorite little cafe, Cosmos, for some me/homework time. One of my favorite girls was working behind the counter, we chatted for a bit since the place was pretty sparse at the time. The week before she learned that I know (ASL) American Sign Language and told me that she had finished a few courses in it as well, so we began signing to each other. Soon a woman extended...
Person: Theatre is stupid
Person: Musicals are gay
Police: So can you tell me what happened?
Me: He ran into my knife.
Me: He ran into my knife ten times.
when somebody actually texts me first and wants to hang out
Is it always this hard when you are trying to be the bigger person?
Sufjan Stevens Renames Kitchen Appliances
alexhasa: Perishables! Come Congregate in the Cold! Little Hot Waves, Or, Let’s Get Brain Cancer While We Wait For The Popcorn Mix Your Drinks! (Stir! Whip! Purée!) A Configuration of Whisks Which, When Activated, Allow Sufjan Stevens to Cook a Fluffier Omelette Toaster (For the Toastless)
Find what you love and let it kill you.– Charles Bukowski (via hippiekid25)