sorry for jumping on the bandwagon but i actually want to see that john green film just to see how many cigarettes he goes through i want to see if he reuses the same one or at what point decides it’s time to stub out his unlit cigarette and take out a new one how many packets does he go through a year who else has he told about this what if someone asks him for a lighter why does he keep using her full name
“Yeah, erasure in mainstream culture and media sucks ass. You know what sucks even more? Getting erased and shoved out of your own community.”—Demisexuals, Grey-Asexuals and Pansexuals probably (via inasmilinggodwetrust-soapbox)
I had a dream that Louis and Harry and I were running amok and then this giant manta ray and whale pulled me to the bottom of this lake where I went on a journey through time, befriending a kind and intelligent Native American man, a sassy and strong old west prostitue and an effeminate black cowboy! We sailed through the eras on a quest to find Basheer, the menacing time traveling tiger with a taste for children and all creatures of inherently good nature.
“I wouldn’t necessarily mind people not knowing I’m gay, but I don’t like being thought of as straight — in the same way that I don’t mind people not knowing I’m a writer, but it would be awkward if they assumed I was an extreme skateboarder, because that’s so far removed from the reality of my life. But there is no blank slate where orientation is concerned; we are straight until proven otherwise. And if you’ve never seen how dramatically a conversation can be derailed by a casual admission of homosexuality, let me tell you, it gets awkward.”—
This speaks to me so much, and is probably the most important part, but let me tell you, I like this bit more:
What would be great, I think, is if I could hire some kind of old-timey town crier to precede me into any room I enter, shouting “Lesbian coming! Lesbian coming this way!” and possibly ringing some kind of bell. Then everyone would already know before our interaction commenced, and they could be pleasant or horrible as the spirit moved them, but at least we’d be communicating from a place of honesty and I wouldn’t have to worry about whether I’ll inadvertently reveal myself.
“It’s strange how your childhood sort of feels like forever. Then suddenly you’re sixteen and the world becomes an hourglass and you’re watching the sand pile up at the wrong end. And you’re thinking of how when you were just a kid, your heartbeat was like a kick drum at a rock show, and now it’s just a time bomb ticking out. And it’s sad. And you want to forget about dying. But mostly you just want to forget about saying goodbye.”—Beau Taplin [hunting season] (via sirenmagic)
So this hot substitute logged into netflix and I wrote down the email with which he did it and used a service (it cost like $2) to find all other accounts connected to that email and I found his (private) twitter so I made a fake twitter of a hot girl and added a bunch of tweets over the course of a month to make it look legit and then I requested to follow him and he let me and he is the most goddamn boring person in the world