Also it is a fucking right to have consensual sex. What the hell??
::LOUD APPLAUSE::
DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT?
NO, I’M JUST GOING TO GO HOME AND FILL MY SOCIAL MEDIA OUTLETS WITH DEPRESSING NON-SEQUITIRS AND DISJOINTED QUERIES THAT ARE OBVIOUSLY INTENDED FOR SOMEONE SPECIFIC INSTEAD OF CALLING THAT INDIVIDUAL OR SENDING THEM AN EMAIL, FORCING MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY TO ASK ME WHAT’S WRONG WHILE I JUST GO “NOTHING, I’M FINE” AND CONTINUE TO POST AN ENDLESS STREAM OF SKYLINE PHOTOGRAPHY AND NATURE PANORAMAS WITH SEVENTH GRADE POETRY TEXT ON TOP. OH, AND RAINDROPS ON WINDOWPANES. CAN’T FORGET THAT.
YEAH, BUT I ALREADY KNOW YOU AND KEITH BROKE UP. WE COULD JUST TALK ABOUT IT.
NO. I HAVE TO GET TO TUMBLR.
(Source: jeffkuochseng, via elaine4queen)
Oh, so many people. So. Many. People.
“The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.”
Elizabeth Bishop, “One Art”
1. Decide you must.
2. Develop deep respect
for feather, bone, claw.3. Place your trembling thumb
where the heart will be:
for one hundred hours watch
so you will know
where to put the first feather.4. Stay awake forever.
When the bird takes shape
gently pry open its beak
and whisper into it: mouse.5. Let it go.
(Source: swiss-miss.com)