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i know it’s a lot but i guess i just want silly things. like coming home to a table set and candles lit and a nice wine chilling in the fridge. like maybe we can’t afford more than a mattress on the floor but you still spring for rose petals. like we stay up curled around each other quietly discussing the plot holes in harry potter. like orange juice the day after. like rooftop-garden you made out of two half-dead plants and a picnic table. like twinkle lights because you know i think they’re pretty. like sleeping with a light on just because i watched a scary movie and now i think my closet is trying to kill me. i just want you, in silly romantic moments where we’re laughing over dinner; and you, in the good quiet wonder of regular mornings with laundry and matching socks and where it’s all perfect and it’s all enough because we might not have much but we’re in love.

come home // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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concept: u and i go to the aquarium for our first date. u are nervous as u try to hold my hand. but u accidentally knock the cracker out of my hand because ur a piece of shit and u don’t use ur eyes. there goes my damn cracker. look what u have done. i run away screaming and never return ur phone calls. it’s been three years and u still write to me occasionally but i never answer. where is my cracker

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i’m sorry but you’ve literally got the last four presidents telling you to vote for one candidate. what more could you possibly want than four dudes telling you that someone is such bad news that two of them are willing to go against their own political party to say so. like. HONESTLY.

When even George W. says “nah man, that’s a bad idea” It’s probably a bad idea.

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i think this year only taught me to love the smallest things. okay. okay. so the world is trying to kill us. so the world has succeeded in a few cases.

but in the shower this morning i realized that little girls are going to dress up as ghostbusters this year for halloween. that we have a movie where women save the day and don’t need to look pretty. 

okay. so a human pile of excrement is our republican candidate. but target, lifeblood of my middle-aged mom side - target took a stand for trans rights even though they didn’t have to. ben and jerry’s came out in full and explicit support of black lives matter. small things, i think to myself. how many people stood in the florida heat to give blood in the wake of the orlando shooting. how many people donated time and money to the victims, how the hospitals refused to charge the victims. 

it’s the small things. hamilton sweeps the tony’s with a cast of diverse actors and actresses. pokemon go gives people the chance to make friends and embrace nature. disney responds to public demand, makes mulan right and promises to cast all chinese actors. 

sometimes it’s us. us, our small bodies, just little atoms of resistance, sick of the way things are going, promising ourselves to the void. my school at umass amherst responds to the idea of a clown killer by dressing up in hockey equipment and threatening to hurt anyone who would hurt us; i watch frat boys form teams to get girls home safe just in case. i watch our generation flood the streets after police killings, i watch our footprints refuse to backtrack. i watch peace rallies, christians forming protective rings around muslims praying, young girls demanding better from double standards, protests that swell the streets. 

i think: okay. the storm is trying to swallow us. but we are somehow staying. more than lighthouse, we are the waves, picking up in the face of the wind, laughing, asking the world to keep throwing things at us because we only grow, we only survive, and we still make good out of terrible; carve it out of our own bodies if we have to; but we do it.

we make good. we make good. and it’s pretty incredible.