"I’m used to it"
— The saddest thing you can hear someone say. (via suspend)

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These facts make me sad. People need to read more.

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i fucking hate how i get attached so easily like i don’t understand. i meet someone new, find interest and BAM it’s like i can’t stop thinking about it. this needs to fucking stop

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do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general


It’s in words

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"Waking up in your arms is the best feeling in the world"

I want to do that every morning


"Ever notice how, when we’re kids,
they call us boys and girls.
And there’s no wiggle room in titles like that.
And maybe it feels a little suffocating,
and maybe it feels right.
But I grew up, found my curves and my voice—
hair in the places we’re not allowed to talk about.
And all I hear about are, even now, all these men
and girls.
Like while they were busy getting older,
I got stuck in this prepubescent wet dream,
where boys with hungry hands run fingers
down my hairless thighs
and heave humid breaths at the seam of my neck.
I noticed men have this way
of using infantile language like love poems.
You’re his “girl”—
You’re always gonna be his “girl”
He rattles it off like the sweetest kind of promise,
and dresses you up in your best doll clothes,
and this is what you’ve got.
This is what you’re given.
Ladies! How many of your fathers ever told you
you would always be Daddy’s Little Girl,
even after you were paying your own mortgage?
And exactly how many eight year old boys
have watched fathers go off to work,
go off to war,
to get told they’re man of the house, now.
Even though they’ve got two older sisters,
with high school diplomas,
even though they’ve got a mother
with hands made of the same kind of marble
they build monuments out of—
but no.
That little boy, can’t even reach over the counter,
that little boy, he’s a man, now.
I don’t know how many years I’m expected
to stave off the rougher parts of womanhood.
I gotta buff out my wrinkles,
I gotta paint on my face.
They don’t get to see all of the things that make me.
See, I’ve got these beautiful stretch marks
that break like creamy tributaries
over my thighs.
So I wanna know, what makes me girl
and what makes me woman?
And how come I’m not the one
who gets to decide?"
Girl, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

This is me performing the last poem I posted at VanSlam the week before pride, I was crazy nervous hope you like it. 

Anonymous Asked
QuestionHey, I noticed today in your pride post that you decided to use say lgbtq and leave off the A thatis normally at the end to stand for asexual, I was wondering if that was a conscious decision or if you intended that? Answer

I didn’t respond to this question right away because I didn’t know how to accurately express how I feel about this.

I would like to say that I know that a stands for asexual and p stands for pansexual and there are so many other letters. I just think that it is getting to the point where there are too many acronyms. I understnand that people want to be represented but to me it feels like the queer community is becoming less of a community. I don’t understand why people within the queer community don’t support each other.

Overall I think the use of LGBTQ+ is a positive thing.

"Bisexuals are not all confused
so don’t tell me I have to choose, I’ve already chosen
I choose not to judge people based on superficial things
like the length of their hair, the width of their shoulders or their hips, or the size of their hands
their hands can hold me no how big they are
the warmth of their embrace will always feel the same to me
I feel like love has no gender
I fall in love with the wrinkle in the corner of their eyes when they smile,
the way their eyes sparkle when they speak about their passion
the way they walk, the way they talk, the way they look at me
how sometimes they trip over their words when they speak and I hope it’s because I make them nervous
I fell in love with her the same way I fell in love with him
like a poet
passionate and a little bit crazy
like jumping out of a plane and praying the parachute opens, because I didn’t check it.
I chose to take the risk, she was worth it
she was my moon, my constant
she regulated my internal tides and reflected what she saw inside me
When she was there all of the stars faded from my view
and I knew everything was going to be okay
because her smile made me feel like I could reach out my hands and hold the galaxy
her eyes shone like she’d captured the stars within them
and her voice surrounded me like the milky way filled the night sky
she had the universe in her fingertips and when she touched me I felt eternal, like those moments under the stars staring up at the sky… endless
I no longer had to wish upon the stars because I had her
and every moon that brightened our sky meant another day together
Together we felt limitless, but we weren’t
we were always defined by society’s expectations
people called me butch, because she fit their idea of a woman better than I did
and there had to be a ‘man’ in the relationship
people assumed we were lesbians but we were both bisexual girls who chose each other
And I will continue to chose partners based on the way their eyes light up when they smile
the sound of their laughter when they can’t help but laugh
the taste of their name on my lips
I am proof that not all bisexuals are confused
so don’t tell me I have to chose, I’ve already chosen"
— MeganTalks

Feeling body positive and this sports bra is amazing! Batman!

"I want you to love me…"
— and you have no idea I am falling for you

Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. I only just heard the sad, sad news of Robin Williams’s death. My wife sent me a message to tell me he had died, and, when I asked her what he died from, she told me something that nobody in the news seems to be talking about.

When people die from cancer, their cause of death can be various horrible things – seizure, stroke, pneumonia – and when someone dies after battling cancer, and people ask “How did they die?”, you never hear anyone say “pulmonary embolism”, the answer is always “cancer”. A Pulmonary Embolism can be the final cause of death with some cancers, but when a friend of mine died from cancer, he died from cancer. That was it. And when I asked my wife what Robin Williams died from, she, very wisely, replied “Depression”.

The word “suicide” gives many people the impression that “it was his own decision,” or “he chose to die, whereas most people with cancer fight to live.” And, because Depression is still such a misunderstood condition, you can hardly blame people for not really understanding. Just a quick search on Twitter will show how many people have little sympathy for those who commit suicide…

But, just as a Pulmonary Embolism is a fatal symptom of cancer, suicide is a fatal symptom of Depression. Depression is an illness, not a choice of lifestyle. You can’t just “cheer up” with depression, just as you can’t choose not to have cancer. When someone commits suicide as a result of Depression, they die from Depression – an illness that kills millions each year. It is hard to know exactly how many people actually die from Depression each year because the figures and statistics only seem to show how many people die from “suicide” each year (and you don’t necessarily have to suffer Depression to commit suicide, it’s usually just implied). But considering that one person commits suicide every 14 minutes in the US alone, we clearly need to do more to battle this illness, and the stigmas that continue to surround it. Perhaps Depression might lose some its “it was his own fault” stigma, if we start focussing on the illness, rather than the symptom. Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. He died from Depression*. It wasn’t his choice to suffer that.


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"I will not be your “sometimes”."
— Six Word Story #2 (via artieshaw)

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I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy

because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless

and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

— Robin Williams  (via ointmentgirl)

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Roses are sad,
violets are crying.
On the outside I’m smiling,
but in the inside dying