keep enjoying

do you ever have that one OC you made when you were like 11-12 and you were still in that ‘everything has to be straight’ phase

and think back to all of the same sex “”friendships”” the character has?

and think to yourself.

holy fuck she would have been so gay for all of them what i was doing 

anonymous asked:

Hi Mister, I just started an antidepressant on Friday after not being on any meds for ten years and the side effects are making me feel so unwell. Your stories are the next best thing to getting pets and snuggling on a lap. ❤

Having started meds last year, I sympathize. I also am glad you get some comfort out of my stories. Keep enjoying and when things get tough, just close your eyes and breathe. Its going to be ok.

http://mistersbeard.tumblr.com/post/157508993111/mistersbeard-mistersbeard-where-the-wild

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.
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Imagine…!★

We see movies in which people are represented as being in love who never talk with one another, who fall into bed without ever discussing their bodies, their sexual needs, their likes and dislikes. Indeed, the message received from the mass media is that knowledge makes love less compelling; that it is ignorance that gives love its erotic and transgressive edge. These messages are often brought to us by profiteering producers who have no clue about the art of loving, who substitute their mystified visions because they do not really know how to genuinely portray loving interaction.
—  “all about love: New Visions” by bell hooks