For Saying Yes

Maybe if I combine my interests, I can come up with something that will interest others?
Pink triangle! We’re so gay we even leave gay hickeys!

Pink triangle!

We’re so gay we even leave gay hickeys!

Gay hickey, Gay, Hickey, Pink triangle,
yalesappho: this just inspired me to spend 2 minutes practicing this True story. Practicing in class.

yalesappho:

this just inspired me to spend 2 minutes practicing this

True story. Practicing in class.

foreverqueird:

queenannika:

69shadesofgayy:

Is that a girl or a boy? And you smile because today maybe you might just pass. But then you see their eyes register no facial hair, no knot in your throat, no bulge in your pants. They say it again, louder, tauntingly. 

Is that a girl or a boy. This time they know the answer and they just want to see you squirm. 

And you do. 

And they snicker. 


“IT” performed by Kavindu “Kavi” Ade. 

There are no words for the emotions that this video causes. 

this is why i go to poetry slams all the time words can be so powerful

I reblog Kavi whenever he crosses my dash.  Powerful as fuck.

we

(via gertruderambling)

well, that was powerful, tw: rape, trigger warning, gender,
Cosmo Jarvis

—Gay Pirates

Gay Pirates - Cosmo Jarvis

And I hope they didn’t tie up your hands as tight as mine, I’ll see you on the bed of this blue ocean, babe, sometime.

(Source: northhills, via sansathevampireslayer)

I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH, but also it's horrible, because it's super catchy, but it makes me want to cry, gay pirates, cosmo jarvis,

the small wounds

protectherplease:

they say that when we come into this world
we arrive whole but
i think i was born from all the little broken pieces
the flaws and broken promises and
untold lies of all the people who just couldn’t
do it anymore.
i have a scar on my little finger from an accident
a few years ago
where i slammed it in the metal of a door:
i like to show it to everybody
so they can be horrified at my battle wounds, and
want to fix them up.
my old psychologist used to say that i do it because
i know they’ll run if they see the other scars, the ones
spread across my thighs like a roadmap,
the ones on my wrists, the two at the crook of my elbow
that have never quite faded completely.
show them the parts where the world tried to save you
and they won’t want to see the wounds you inflicted
trying to ruin yourself.
or was i trying to save myself?
i did not mean to write so many
sad poems
but i’ve broken my own heart so many times
tired my liver with drugs
exercised my heart with pain
and stretched my skin with cuts and bruises;
i don’t know how to
not be sad anymore.

(via keladry)

I was in a place sorta like this, not so long ago, but i'm in a good place now, I hope you are too, trigger warning, tw: self-harm, tw: scars,
The sloth on the left is all “I’M A SLOTH AND I LOVE YOU!” and the sloth on the right is all “Aww yiss… I’m a motherfuckin sloth.”

The sloth on the left is all “I’M A SLOTH AND I LOVE YOU!” and the sloth on the right is all “Aww yiss… I’m a motherfuckin sloth.”

(Source: slothsarecoolerthanyou, via frostedpornflakes)