how the actual fuck does someone not reblog this
this just demolishes every negative opinion towards homosexuality ever
this is my new favorite picture omg
I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.
So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.
Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.
Make your mistakes, next year and forever.
Neil Gaiman (via thatkindofwoman)
you talk about not caring what anyone thinks of you but we all know you’re a sensitive soul. the rain seeps through your skin to your sad bones and the wind dries them out. but you shrug off the negativity so effortlessly. you wait for people to try and knock you down but you stand stronger than the buildings towering around you. you let go. you let your mind fold upon itself and those voices can’t echo in. those faces turn to strangers and those memories are like grains of sand trapped in between the sidewalk you drag your feet across. you live. isn’t that enough for everyone? doesn’t that stop the questions? all these people worrying, like a swarm of wasps always threatening to sting. wake up. blindly grab your coffee. miss the first train and catch the next. sink into that desk and wait. “you okay?” “everything good today?” “everythings fine” your insides burn. your eyes twitch. your palms start to sweat. you’re screaming inside. but you’re fine. the day always ends. you crawl back to that coffin you call your apartment. winter is at your feet, like those stray cats you can’t ignore. you can’t give your love away to everyone.
but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you
We (men) are not fucking sharks!
We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct
We are capable of rational thinking and understanding.
Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it.
Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.
Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them.
You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed.
What is so fucking difficult about this concept?
How can you not reblog something like this
The Universe and Her, and I poem #166 written by Christopher Poindexter
Kindness should be the natural way of life, not the exception.
Buddha (via a-worldd-for-all)
People want to believe gender is something that’s essential, and people repeat these essentialist ideas all the time. “Oh, women do that” and “Oh, men do that” and the reality is that all women don’t anything. We as individuals do what we do, you know, and sometimes that’s informed by gender and sometimes it’s just who we are. And I think all that just makes people really, really uncomfortable because they don’t want to think about who they are.
Laverne Cox (via lucrezialoveshercesare)
You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do, love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
Warsan Shire, “For Women Who Are Difficult to Love” (via oofpoetry)
If I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide I really wanted to write about love, my first poem would be about you, about how I love you the same way I learned how to ride a bike: scared, but reckless, with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.