Waking up on November 1st is literally like walking through a door from Halloweentown to Christmastown
What’s this? What’s this? There’s décor everywhere. What’s this? There’s carols in the air. What’s this? I can’t believe my eyes it’s just November come on folks I mean I swear. What’s this?
I FREAKING READ IT IN JACKS VOICE
I FUCKING SANG IT
September 22nd, 2014 / 132,596 notes
When a financial institution asks me my “mother’s maiden name” as a security question. Because it’s assumed that I have at least one and no more than one mother in my life AND that she married AND that she gave up her own name AND that that part of her identity was erased enough from my public history so as to be a password to access my private information.
Holy crap, I never realized.
September 22nd, 2014 / 28,062 notes
how to be happy:
September 22nd, 2014 / 314 notes
there are 2 sexes but a lot of genders. when a child is born, you have to take care of them as the sex they are because they are uncapable of understanding the difference between all the gender identities. it’s not trans*phobic or cissexist it’s literally giving the child proper care
September 22nd, 2014 / 137,381 notes
Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, A New Leaf (via feellng)
September 22nd, 2014 / 7,275 notes
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
Lois Lowry, The Giver (via uglypnis)
September 22nd, 2014 / 596 notes