Oneonta Gorge, Oregon
An experiment, where I shout my thoughts, ideas and dreams into the dark abyss and see if anyone stumbles upon them.
Oneonta Gorge, Oregon
One common misconception people have about bisexual people is that the abbreviation “bi” is short for “bisexual”, when really it stands for “Black Island”, the place where all bisexual people are born and raised by pirates. All bisexual people are pirates. Run
did you mean
- the way a voice cracks in the middle of a long sentence
- how young your eyes look after you’ve been crying
- the first day of rain following a week of plain sun
- how sick you get of the rain when it just won’t let up and your socks are soaking and sticking to the bottom of your shoes
- waking up two minutes before your alarm
- slightly uneven eyeliner
- the scent of hand soap in an unfamiliar bathroom
- hearing your sister talk in her sleep
- making the tea just right
- dreams that stay with you the day after like long-lost memories
- letters in code tucked in the back of a second-hand book
- wildflowers through the cracks in the pavement
- the turning of pages the colour of condensed milk
- walking alone and still being someone
"GOD why does fandom have to make everyone GAY??"
i know right??? why not interpret some people as bi or pan, or asexual, or maybe an aromantic demisexual, or—
oh wait sorry i didnt realize you actually meant “why isnt everyone straight, its making me uncomfortable.”
At what point do you take girls out of school altogether because boys can’t handle it?
The thing about patriarchy is that individual men, gay and straight, are often really wonderful people who you love deeply, but they have internalized some really poisonous shit. So every once in a while they say or do something that really shakes you because you’re no longer totally certain they see you as a human being, and you feel totally disempowered to explain that to them.
— (via cunicular)
Children’s and YA books are about being brave and kind, about learning wisdom and love, about that journey into and through maturity that we all keep starting, and starting again, no matter how old we get. I think that’s why so many adults read YA: we’re never done coming of age.