we’re watching a doc on the gay liberation movement in NY in the 70’s 

granted, its super white gay male oriented..

but gosh it makes me miss the queers. 

Being in class is really peaceful… It’s like, a 3 hour chunk of time where I have coffee and snacks and I’m exactly where I’m ‘supposed to be and all I have to do is listen to someone talk about my favourite things to learn and occasionally talk out loud.

It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but - but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s - That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.

I just watched this it had a lotta feelings but it was also kind of like, eh?

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it’s hardcore raining here now nnnnn…. I’m finished with Buffy

..so what do i do to fill that void?

slayerwitchcarpenter:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer +Textposts

2/?

The Scoobies

LLLLLAAAAASSSSTTTTT EPISODE

Oy I bought a terrible brand of Apple Butter a couple of weeks ago and I keep trying to make it happen and it keeps ruining my sandwiches.

turkeyinacan:

shoutout to people working weekends and overnights and overtime, people working in hospitality and retail and food service, who are sacrificing time with their loved ones, so fuckers with weekday desk jobs get to live comfortably with the amenities we provide while simultaneously shitting all over us for not getting “real jobs”

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#ughhhh  

Last year I abstained
this year I devour

without guilt
which is also an art

Margaret Atwood, Last Year I Abstained (via foxesinbreeches)

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