my tumblr is my outward emission of my inner selves
Mein Herr (Cabaret, 1972)
I always tell my mom that my soul is a gay black man. She understands me.
hmmmmm should i be festive and watch santa porn…
Not everything is supposed to become something beautiful and long-lasting. Sometimes people come into your life to show you what is right and what is wrong, to show you who you can be, to teach you to love yourself, to make you feel better for a little while, or to just be someone to walk with at night and spill your life to. Not everyone is going to stay forever, and we still have to keep on going and thank them for what they’ve given us.
when the boys pull your hair and push you to the ground
I promise not to tell you that it’s because they like you.
when the teachers call home to tell me that
you pushed them to the ground after you
I’ll take you out of school early and buy
you your favorite ice cream.
when you get older and the boys
try to touch you when you don’t want to be touched
I’ll look at you like the sun when you come home
with anger in your fists.
they all tell you not to fight fire with fire
but that is only because they are afraid of your flames.
when the boys yell after you like hyenas
you yell back, baby.
I will not teach you to be afraid of your anger
so that you look for it in others.
I will not make you be the better person
because you already are.
you wanna fight ‘em? fight ‘em.
don’t you dare apologize for the fierce love
you have for yourself
and the lengths you go to preserve it.
when the boys try to tell you to soften up
I hope you make them bleed with your edges.
I hope you remember that you are not theirs
that their disappointment in you is not yours.
when the boys come to your door with pretty words and
I hope you show them the anger in yours.
I hope you show them just how strong your mommy
thinks you are.
I hope you show them the animal they can’t always
see in their own reflection.
when the boys come with the intention of hurting you
my advice will always stay the same, my darling:
give ‘em hell.
so i think i am on the path of having two internships this coming semester and i’m feeling really great about that. i’m pretty boosted to try some new things out and gain a greater skill set that can be applicable to practical and artistic ventures. i don’t know. this semester has been a truly lovely one. beautiful people, moments, discoveries, fresh interests, insights. i feel like there is a natural inclination threaded into me to think that if i have it all together i cannot surround myself with those who don’t and i do not want to be that person any longer.
I want this to be the noise that alerts me when anything happens on my phone. Call, this. Text, this. Fades to black, this. Been quiet too long, this.
i love hank schrader
Scientists and music professors at Cambridge University came together to find the saddest song ever made. They went through thousands and thousands of music sheets, some even dating back to the 16th century. They went through composers like Mozart, Beethoven, Franz Schubert and Johann Sebastian Bach. They tested the songs on hundreds of different people, observing The Limbic system, which is the part of the brain which controls emotion, like sadness, happiness and anger. After 7 years of research and observation, they finally found a song which made 94.7% of listeners cry or feel an overwhelming of sadness come across them. This is the song they found.
this had me in tears almost immediately…
it felt like my heart was physically dropping
i always reblog this. so powerful.
I haven’t listened yet I’m already crying halp
I WAS SO SHOCKED WHEN I FIRST SAW THIS OMG