Queer Feminist Atheist PRIDE No Hate Hunamitarian Goat Proud Parent Bookworm Tea Field of Daisies

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hella-extraordinary:

savleighm:

The fact that Sir Patrick Stewart and Sir Ian Mckellen are best friends in real life makes me so happy

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My goal is to find a friendship like this with someone special. 

They are just so beautiful.

femmethings:

iipermafrostii:

"The most beautiful sight, to look behind you when you’re the last float in the Halifax Pride Parade and see the ENTIRE CITY OF HALIFAX, for as far as the eyes can see, following behind you, dancing, swinging those rainbow flags, cheering, smiling, hugging, showing so much Love. This made me tear up, Happy Pride Halifax, I Love You. PLEASE SHARE THIS PHOTO! ” - Stoo MetzPhoto Credit: Stoo Metz

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One thing halifax does right is pride

femmethings:

iipermafrostii:

"The most beautiful sight, to look behind you when you’re the last float in the Halifax Pride Parade and see the ENTIRE CITY OF HALIFAX, for as far as the eyes can see, following behind you, dancing, swinging those rainbow flags, cheering, smiling, hugging, showing so much Love. This made me tear up, Happy Pride Halifax, I Love You. PLEASE SHARE THIS PHOTO! ” - Stoo Metz

Photo Credit: Stoo Metz

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One thing halifax does right is pride

Small talk makes me feel the way I do when a mosquito is buzzing around my head — irritated — and then finally unable to get any relief I just slaughter the damn thing. I slaughter the moment by saying something real.
bell hooks, “Wounds of Passion: A Writing Life”   (via homosensuous)

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them   (via tattoosandhippies)

I’ve forgotten how to be vulnerable.

I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.
Anais Nin  (via adayinthelesbianlife)
alicesoz:

Love.

alicesoz:

Love.

alicesoz:

p1ants:

i’m not very good at small talk, i want 2 talk about dying and aliens and sex and meaning and the sky i am terrible at asking about school and weather 

This.

My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
(via gloomyteens)

She’s gone. She left this morning. While my eyes were barely open. It was painful and as I listened, my apt became silent. A silence so loud my ears bled.

I bled.

misscfish:

My heart just melted 

You blink with more passion than some people make love with.
Lauren Zuniga (via scorpiae)