My boyfriend (via thecarrionlibrarian)
#no but can you imagine if that was how you learned once a month you weren’t pregnant#by some dude singing songs about the victory of it#you wake up and he’s there and you are so happy#this dude becomes your favorite dude#but then you realize you haven’t seen your friend’s minstrel in a while#I mean everyone notices#like half the people are on the same cycle so for one week out of four your job is just flooded with fucking minstrels everywhere#the cacophony#but Mary over there is all alone#and she’s like my minstrel is late#but we all fucking know#her minstrel has gone off to find her a baby#a nine month journey he must make alone#and until he comes back there is no music in her life#what a glorious world this would be#I love the minstrels (@onionjuggler)
today is bi visibility day. as such, bisexual people will be completely visible for the next 24 hours. this is a bad day to engage in bank heists, ghost impersonations, covert operations for vague yet menacing government agencies, and other common bisexual hobbies that rely upon our powers of invisibility.
reblog to save a life.
i feel like once you were emo in middle school youre low key emo for the rest of your life, like you could be 20 in the middle of college wearing uggs or whatever but once you hear the first key to the black parade/i write sins/sugar we’re going down you sprout an imaginary fringe and start yelling your lungs out like its 2007 all over again
The summer passed away so rapidly, I scarcely realized it was here until it had gone. And now Fall had made its appearance. The Autumn leaves are appearing in gorgeous hues, with breezes sighing ‘Winter comes.’ I always feel sad when Winter comes although it has its pleasures as well as summer.
Ellie, I have just been thinking this evening of ‘the days of the years of my life’ slipping away so imperceptibly — and been wondering who, if anyone has been or ever will be at all benefited by my living in the world. I don’t think any one ever will be.
By the way Ellie I wish most sincerely that you were here this evening, would one not have a happy time, I would love so much to see you and have a good old chat. It seems so hard to communicate all our thoughts by the medium of pen and ink.”
Hattie Sloane letter to Ellen Mowrer Miller, October 24, 1868
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