still beautiful words

when you’re listening to “Hello Stranger” by Barbara Lewis and just remember how Kevin had Chiron listen to it knowing that it reminded him of him with lyrics like “Please don’t tease me Like you did before Because I still love you so” and just wondering how both of those characters felt in that moment and how its just genuinely one of the best/most romantic scenes in any media and its coming from this lovely gay, black couple


A reminder

Four months ago, we were graced with the masterpiece that was
Double Black episode

  • Laxus, under his breath: God damn it, Freed is beautiful.
  • Freed: Did you say something?
  • Laxus: ...Uh...I said the...sunset is beautiful?
  • Freed: ...What sunset? It's midday.

‘why don’t you stick with one face style scarlet’ why would i want to do that when i can draw eyes 19487324 different ways

A Quick Guide to tsuna’s ‘behaves a lil differently depending on who he spends more time with’ thing


ok I was discussing this with a friend. So it’s likely that draco malfoy spent a lot of his time in the sun playing quidditch. But what if he got freckles???? and he covered them up with a spell or something because ‘malfoys don’t get freckles’

Poetry is the air that I’m breathing,
the blood pumping heart
that provides my brain with oxygen,
while my chest is still heaving,
those beautiful words create light
in a room full of darkness,
give hope where only pain is left,
unite subjects defined by apartness.
—  // a true love

For all of the lesbians who still struggle with the word lesbian. It is okay to be uncomfortable calling yourself a lesbian. You are not less of a lesbian for being unable to refer to yourself as such.
Lesbophobes have taken such a beautiful word and hurled it against us in such an ugly and repulsive way. But despite how it may feel defiled, lesbian is still a beautiful word with a beautiful, intense, loving, romantic, strong, and rich history.
Lesbophobia taints so many lesbians’ childhoods that it can sometimes feel like you have to go through a long emotional journey to reclaim the word. And that’s okay! You are so strong for fighting through the internalized lesbophobia!
You are a good lesbian, whether you feel comfortable saying the word out loud or not.

Please stop looking for love, peace, security, acceptance and approval from people who’s heart and minds are negative and toxic.
You deserve so much better.
—  Lalah Delia

I was lying in bed next to him and while he was dozing off, i was desperately trying to lose myself in the music, to stop feeling the sheets and blankets against my skin or the numbness in my toes, to think about anything other than being awake, always awake.  I watched the lights from passing cars cast against the walls and they made the room spin in a hazy kaleidoscope of red and blue and white.  His breathing was soft and slow and steady and so was the music and, I suppose for that moment, so was the world.  

But there is no moral to this story. I just finally got high enough to fall asleep.  

compassion wants to laugh with an open mouth
she wants to show off what remains of her teeth.
compassion wants to sit in her best dress at the table
without comments about the violent shudders
of her sudden spasms into grief being the main course

compassion wants all eyes on her because
she is sick of being the back alley drug
sick of being the after-effect of a war,
sick of the faceless skins, & the prophecies
that tell men they can play god in the battlefields,
so they can proudly wear bloodshed
as if the red is only crushed rose dye,
and not a human life.

because harmony is a disease that will expose
the little toy soldiers & their wooden hearts.

compassion is tired of being lonely -
she wants to grow old in the hands of children.
compassion wants be more than taboo
wants to know what it feels like for truth
and humility to inhabit her longer
than a Sunday morning preaching.

compassion is tired of being the hypocrite’s prayer,
is outraged at being made a cage for false bird songs.
compassion is smacking her head against windows
watching the world consume itself because
it is said she is only a woman’s game

compassion is a mother watching children martyred in her name.

it is a dysphoric language,
so foreign to a world that has forgotten
what it means to be soft,
that we, with our bombs and tanks,
are terrified to speak it.


(人´3`)⌒♡ The gents at their finest ❤❤❤

Still, I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

—  by Maya Angelou