you deserved the world, and i would have given anything so that you could have had it. i am so sorry that i couldn’t. i am so sorry that you were treated so carelessly. i am so sorry that you were silenced.
i know that you love each other and i know that you will be together. i know these things are real and they are certain. who you really are does matter, and who you really are is beautiful. you are untouchable. you are pure. you are light.
i want to thank you for leading me to a community of the greatest people i have ever known. thank you for teaching me. thank you for allowing me to be who i really am when you were not given that same opportunity yourselves.
we will do better. we will honor you. we will never let silence win.
i love you so dearly with all of my heart. my boys. your truths will always be perfect.
I drew this because I wanted to remember the 49 beautiful people who died two weeks ago in my hometown. Who died in a place that was meant to signify acceptance and safety. I urge you to read their names and the words loved ones have written and said about them. To my friends who lost someone, I’m so sorry. We will never forget, and as time will prove, love will win if we continue to educate, to unite, to remain vigilant, and of course, to love.
From the moment I understood the game, I knew United were the one.
You find something that you can identify with, something that resonates in your chest every single time you watch them emerge from the tunnel and walk onto the pitch. Something that is capable of making your heart burst at the seams in an instant for two directly oppositional reasons. When you hear your home stadium erupt into life, when you can feel the atmosphere bringing you to the verge of tears, when your entire body is immersed in goosebumps, when the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention, you know, you just know.
I don’t know how a football club can take over every single emotion possible, but it happens week in, week out. I find myself anchored to this club, attached by my heart strings. It is agonisingly painful in defeat but euphorically beautiful in victory. To remain so staunchly proud of a team that has not rose to the occasion and has let you down. To still have an immense amount of adoration for all the times you have been left bitterly disappointed with a rival defeat. For all the times your team has took you to that cup final and lost on penalties. When they do lift that Premier League / Champions League / F.A Cup, when Van Der Sar does save that critical penalty, when they decimate the rivals, when Ole Gunnar Solskjaer steals that last minute goal to solidify that victory, the colossal amount of elation and exhilaration is absolutely boundless.
Football is the most beautiful, powerful, evocative and emotional thing I have ever loved. People who are worlds apart figuratively and literally, join forces and unite to celebrate their devotion for not only their club but their country. Brought together for that same passion, pride and love that you are so honoured to possess. Enriching every single life that it touches, there is simply nothing else like it in the world.
“Good evening. All around the world, people are trying to come to terms with the horrific events that took place in Orlando this morning. On behalf of the whole theater community and every person in this room, our hearts go out to all of those affected by this atrocity.
All we can say is you are not on your own right now. Your tragedy is our tragedy. Theater is a place where every race, creed, sexuality, and gender is equal, embraced, and loved. Hate will never win. Together, we have to make sure of that. Tonight’s show stands as a symbol and a celebration of that principle.”
I had downloaded Tinder again about 6 months after I deleted it. I matched with this guy and he was really cute and we had mutual friends but had never met. We talk a little and I win him over with my love for baseball and after a few days, he asks me to get coffee with him on New Year’s Day. I agree and tell him I would meet him when I got off of work.
My manager decides to make my shift a 7am shift instead of 11am so I’m starting the day angry. We get slammed and I can’t leave when 8 hours rolls around. 9 hours. 10. 11. Finally after a 12 hour shift, I get to go home. I tell him that I’m just getting off and he lightly suggests drinks instead. I quickly take him up on that.
I tell him that I’ll be ready in an hour and that I’m only about a minute and a half from where we’re meeting. I get ready and I leave. There’s only one light between my house and the restaurant we’re meeting but you know what happens at that ONE FREAKING LIGHT?! I get pulled over because my registration is expired. I pull into the parking lot of where I’m meeting him and i tell him that I’m here but I got pulled over. He says, “Yeah, I can see that.” I’m sitting in my car tired and embarrassed and I almost text him that I would that I would rather just go home. I suck it up and meet him anyway. He waited in his car so he could walk up with me and when I see him I give him a pathetic smile and he laughs and says it’s okay. We laugh and drink and eat french fries together and the bar closes so we go to a little lake down the street and walk and talk some more.
I’m being casual flirty and getting close to him, giving him ample opportunity to kiss me and he just doesn’t kiss me and I just thought, “Oh well, guess he doesn’t like me.” He tried to give me his sweater but I refused because I didn’t want him to be cold. He kisses me then I was so off guard. We walked and kissed until 3am.
He left for school in California the next day but we skype and text every day and I just bought my plane ticket to go see him next month
Good evening. All around the world, people are trying to come to terms with the horrific events that took place in Orlando this morning. On behalf of the whole theater community and every person in this room, our hearts go out to all of those affected by that atrocity. All we can say is you are not on your own right now. Your tragedy is our tragedy. Theater is a place where every race, creed, sexuality and gender is equal, is embraced and is loved. Hate will never win. Together, we have to make sure of that. Tonight’s show stands as a symbol and a celebration of that principle. This is the Tony Awards.
Honestly I see Kim chi winning s8 Bob won't win Because we've had a queen like her win before (Bianca) and Naomi won't win for the same reason (Violet) , Derrick isn't liked as much and I don't see much CUNT in Thorgy. Whereas Kim is something we have never had win before, she's loved by the fans already and she has the first win of the season which is usually an indication of top 3 or a win so yeah I see Kim winning.
I have a big book of the universe.
Borrowed it from a boy
who doesn’t matter anymore.
But the pages lied to me
and that is important.
It said that black holes only
existed to swallow things up.
It said we were all doomed and dead.
It said love was never gonna win.
Remember with me:
the important part was
that that boy lied to me.
Because yesterday, timelines away,
we finally got something back.
It ascended out the of darkness
to a scientist choir of
“Impossible. Impossible. Impossible.”
We’re gonna prove all the liars wrong, baby.
We are more than the
theories of our keepers.