i know the anniversary is tomorrow but whatever

Tomorrow is the anniversary of the Pulse nightclub shooting that claimed the lives of 49 Black and Latinx LGBTQ+ people and their allies and wounded 58 others. As the first anniversary, I know tomorrow is gonna sting for a lot of people and the community at large. So tomorrow at 12p Eastern, join me (wherever you are/whatever you’re doing) in 49 seconds of silence. It’s important to honor our dead and reflect on what they meant to us. #Pulse

With the anniversary of the Pulse shooting coming up tomorrow, I want to remind all of you that you are loved and that you deserve to be proud and happy and alive. It will be a difficult day for so many of us, and I want everyone to know that it is okay to grieve, or to feel anxious, or angry, or any kind of emotion that comes up tomorrow. This was a tragedy, and it affected all of us in some way or another. Take some moments tomorrow to check in with yourself and your emotions and do whatever you think is going to help you get through this day best. Above all, know that you have a huge community of people going through this alongside you, that support is available, and that you deserve to have and express your emotions.

Baby, I have no idea how this will end.
Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the Earth’s hips
And our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary.
Or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity
Combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills
Will leave us like a love letter
In a landfill.
But whatever
However
Whenever this ends I want you to know
That right now
I love you forever.
—  Andrea Gibson, “How It Ends.“

Baby, I have no idea how this will end.
Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the Earth’s hips
And our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary.
Or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity
Combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills
Will leave us like a love letter
In a landfill.

But whatever
However
Whenever this ends I want you to know
That right now
I love you forever.

—  Andrea Gibson, “How It Ends”
We love you Girls’ Generation!

Now that I’ve calmed down a little, I just want to say that no matter what happened and no matter what will happen, I hope all the girls are happy. I hope they achieve whatever their next goal is and I hope they know that SONEs will always be by their side.

10 years isn’t nothing. SM treated them like trash for the last few years (especially with a 10th year anniversary comeback that lasted not even a week). It is not a secret, but we will love SNSD wholeheartedly. Girls’ Generation will remain legends (and personally my queens).

We love you Girls’ Generation!

Right now it’s Girls’ Generation,
Tomorrow it’s Girls’ Generation,
Forever it’s Girls’ Generation.

Happy Anniversary - Xavier Woods

Originally posted by leakees

Summary: your and Xavier’s anniversary and he tries to cook for you and messes up completely and you cheer him up 

Tomorrow it will be a year since Xavier and I had gotten married- which was the best day of my life. Luckily, we were on the same brand show so we would be together.  “So, tomorrow is yours and Xavier’s one year anniversary. Any plans?” Carmella asked with a smirk. I smiled and shook my head. “We probably have plans.” I answered. 
“I know what you two will be doing.” Carmella teased, making me roll my eyes. “I’m going to find him. He’s probably filming for UpUpDownDown.” I said, getting up from the table.

“Happy anniversary, babe.” Xavier whispered. I opened my eyes to see him facing me with a smile. I flashed him a smile before kissing him. “Happy anniversary.” I said. 
“I’m glad we have the day off so we can do whatever we want together. I was planning on cooking dinner for you tonight.” Xavier said as we got out of bed. I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“I love you.” I buried my face in the crook of his neck. Xavier picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and carried me downstairs. 
“How about you go get ready and we can go out for breakfast since we are staying inside for dinner?” Xavier explained. I nodded.
“That sounds great.”

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Baby, I have no idea how this will end
Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the earth’s hips
And our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary
Or maybe tomorrow, my absolute insanity
Combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills
Will leave us
Like a love letter
In a landfill
But whatever
Whenever
However this ends,
I want you to know, that right now,
I love you forever
I love you for the hardest mile we walked together
—  Andrea Gibson - How it ends

DEAR AROHA - I LOVE YOU ALL A LOT

To all the people I’ve gotten to meet through mutual love for ASTRO, whether you screamed at me once on anon about the boys, reblogged one of my posts with tags, followed me back and now we’re mutuals, literally talked to me ever about astro, or even just looked at my blog: thank you. It’s because of the AROHA I’ve met that loving ASTRO is so easy, so fun, and so rewarding.

warning: there is going to be a lot of words below so idk

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it has been 3 yrs 10 months and 27 days
since the first time i saw you naked
since the night you ripped off your shirt, stuck your boobs in my face,
and said “touch them”
i touched them like a diabetic third grader opening a snickers bar
you said “hard”
i thought “yes i am”
but you are so soft
i said, “your lips, they’re like whale blubber”
that wasn’t my best line
but it worked
tonight in the grocery store i found one of your hairs in my underwear
i pulled it out in the frozen foods section
and shouted, “that is so gorgeous it could kill a man!”
good thing i’m a leprechaun
lucky
lucky
baby i have no idea how this will end
maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the earth’s hips
and our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary
or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity
combined with the absolute [???] of your communication skills
will leave us, like a love letter
in a landfill
but whatever, however, whenever this ends
i want you to know that right now
i love you forever
i love you for the hardest mile we walked together
for the day i collected every sharp knife in the house
and threw them one by one on the roof
then told the sun
“listen, show off, from now on, you better only give me blades of grass
things that are growing and soft
cuz there’s this girl who says she wants to float on her back through my blood stream
and when she does, i want my rivers to reach the sea”
do you hear me, lover?
do you know the night you told me you had a crush on my ears
i swore to never become van gogh?
and look, baby, they’re both still there
just like my firefly heart is still right there in your glass jar
i never trusted anybody more to poke enough holes in the lid.
so on the nights you sleep like a ballerina
i try to snore like a piccolo
and i press my lips to your holy temples
and i say i crash into things in the dark
even when the lights are on,
and i am wrong more often than i am writing
and even then i am often wrong.
but when my friends are in the bathroom at the bar
rolling dollar bills into telescopes and claiming they can see god,
i will come to you,
holding my grandmother’s bible.
i will press it to your chest
i will bless it with your breath.
and when you ask if i want to roleplay
altar boys fucking in the church kitchen during sunday mass
i will say hell yes
but only if you leave a hickey on my ass in the shape of jesus’s palm
so i can be sure i got nailed
down
lover, you will never lose me to the wind
you are the lightning that made me fill my chest with candles
you are the thunder clapping for the poem that nobody else wants to hear
you are an icicle’s tear watering a tulip on the first day of spring
you melt me alive
you kiss me deep as my roots will reach
and i want nothing more
than to be an eyelash fallen on your cheek
a thing collected by your fingers
and held like a wish
i promise that whatever i do, i will always try my best
to come true
Baby, I have no idea how this will end
Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the earth’s hips
And our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary
Or maybe tomorrow, my absolute insanity
Combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills
Will leave us
Like a love letter
In a landfill
But whatever
Whenever
However this ends,
I want you to know, that right now,
I love you forever
I love you for the hardest mile we walked together
—  Andrea Gibson
Baby, I have no idea how this will end
Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the earth’s hips
And our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary
Or maybe tomorrow, my absolute insanity
Combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills
Will leave us
Like a love letter
In a landfill
But whatever
Whenever
However this ends,
I want you to know, that right now,
I love you forever
I love you for the hardest mile we walked together
—  Andrea Gibson, How it ends
THE MEAN GIRLS 10 YEAR ANNIVERSARY IS TOMORROW SO LETS DO FUN STUFF YOU GUYS

Obvi, we have to wear pink. The stars aligned & the 10th anniversary is actually on a Wednesday, I mean come on. 

♥ How about we write (anonymous) apologies to people we’ve hurt & I’ll put together the best ones in a master post? Send them to me on anon. It can be deep, funny, whatever. Maybe you laughed at your friend that one time she got diarrhea at Barnes & Noble, idk. Share your feelings, let’s all heal together, ya know? 

I’ll share one: _______, I’m sorry me & ____ smeared parmesan cheese & mustard on your toes that time you fell asleep early at our sleepover & the next morning you thought you had a foot issue & your sleeping bag smelled funny & we never said anything. 

♥ How about we share our favorite Mean Girls memory/moment, too? Some way you relate to any of the characters or stories? Something you learned, something it changed in you. Did you have a burn book? 

I’ll go first- In Jr. High me & 3 other friends had a notebook we passed around where we wrote our feelings about school & each other between classes. At this time our school had a serious burn book problem- not even joking. We got talks about it all the time. So, one of the girls decided to turn the book in. I don’t remember getting in trouble for that specifically. Or maybe that’s the one time we all got called in for a meeting with all the teachers at lunch to talk about us girls needing to be nice to each other, I don’t remember. But that happened, too. We cried a lot. We learned a lot. It was all super Ms. Norbury-ey. 

I’ll put together a master post or two so it’s not like 50 posts. I think the apologies should be anon (do you agree?) & if you share a memory with your username I’ll keep it in there if you’d like. You can do one or both. If you’re shy please feel free to send it anon either way. If you don’t have a tumblr account you can still send me messages! Just click on the “ask” bubble up top. They’re automatically anonymous. Let’s share! 

Okay, love ya! 

it has been 3 yrs 10 months and 27 days
since the first time i saw you naked
since the night you ripped off your shirt, stuck your boobs in my face,
and said “touch them”
i touched them like a diabetic third grader opening a snickers bar
you said “hard”
i thought “yes i am”
but you are so soft
i said, “your lips, they’re like whale blubber”
that wasn’t my best line
but it worked
tonight in the grocery store i found one of your hairs in my underwear
i pulled it out in the frozen foods section
and shouted, “that is so gorgeous it could kill a man!”
good thing i’m a leprechaun
lucky
lucky
baby i have no idea how this will end
maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the earth’s hips
and our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary
or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity
combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills
will leave us, like a love letter
in a landfill
but whatever, however, whenever this ends
i want you to know that right now
i love you forever
i love you for the hardest mile we walked together
for the day i collected every sharp knife in the house
and threw them one by one on the roof
then told the sun
“listen, show off, from now on, you better only give me blades of grass
things that are growing and soft
cuz there’s this girl who says she wants to float on her back through my blood stream
and when she does, i want my rivers to reach the sea”
do you hear me, lover?
do you know the night you told me you had a crush on my ears
i swore to never become van gogh?
and look, baby, they’re both still there
just like my firefly heart is still right there in your glass jar
i never trusted anybody more to poke enough holes in the lid.
so on the nights you sleep like a ballerina
i try to snore like a piccolo
and i press my lips to your holy temples
and i say i crash into things in the dark
even when the lights are on,
and i am wrong more often than i am writing
and even then i am often wrong.
but when my friends are in the bathroom at the bar
rolling dollar bills into telescopes and claiming they can see god,
i will come to you,
you are an icicle’s tear watering a tulip on the first day of spring
you melt me alive
you kiss me deep as my roots will reach
and i want nothing more
than to be an eyelash fallen on your cheek
a thing collected by your fingers
and held like a wish
i promise that whatever i do, i will always try my best
to come true
—  Andrea Gibson

“Baby, I have no idea how this will end. Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the earth’s hips and our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills will leave us like a love letter in a landfill. But whatever, however, whenever this ends I want you to know that right now, I love you forever.” -Andrea Gibson

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