Browneyed-brownhairedgirl - Coco

A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we're human?” Pointless, really.... “Do the stars gaze back?” Now, that's a question.

— Neil Gaiman, Stardust

WE ARE *BANGS HEAD AGAINST WALL* NEVER EVER EVER *THROWS CHAIR* GETTING BACK TOGETHER *JUMPS OFF A CLIFF*

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Hello non existent free guy fandom

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

I want a story about a king whose son is prophesied to kill him so the king is like “whatever what am I supposed to do, kill my own kid wtf is wrong with you” so he just raises him as normal, doesn’t even tell him about the prophecy, and instead of some convoluted twist of events that leads to the king’s murder the son grows up and when the king is very old and dying and in excruciating pain the kid is just like alright I'mma put him out of his misery.

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SAHIL MIRZA IS THE ONLY ALLY FOR WLW WE NEED. HE DIDN’T REACT IN A HOMOPHOBIC WAY WHEN HE FOUND OUT SWEETY WAS A LESBIAN DESPITE BEING HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH HER AND ASKED HER IF HE COULD HELP HER SINCE SHE WAS IN THE CLOSET AND HER GIRLFRIEND WAS IN LONDON.

WHEN SWEETY TOLD HIM SHE MIGHT KILL HERSELF IF SHE CAN’T BE WITH KUHU HE TOLD HER NO AND LET HER HUG HIM AND PROCEEDED TO CREATE A WHOLE FUCKING PLAY TO LET SWEETY AND KUHU BE NEAR EACH OTHER AND TACKLE HOMOPHOBIA AND HOW HARMFUL HETERONORMATIVITY IS.

AND HE DID IT ALL BECAUSE SWEETY IS HIS FRIEND. HE FOUND SUCCESS IN CREATING A FRESH NEW STORY BY PARALLELING THE TRUTH; REALITY. BY GIVING QUEER VOICES A PLACE TO BE HEARD, FOR A MESSAGE TO BE SENT OUT AND TO ENLIGHTEN PEOPLE. ALL TO HELP SWEETY AND KUHU BE TOGETHER.

Time means nothing. Jeremy Bearimy, baby. We’ll just get through this. And then you and I can chill out in the dot of the “i” forever.

Chidi (via prettylittlearrowfangirl)

Alienated.

Have you ever felt the urge to jump

from the tallest building,

heard the wind whispering in your ears

from the highest tree?

Have you ever thought, at least once,

that you weren't living in a world

made for your kind?

Earth cannot contain the sea.

Water cannot be shaped

by men's will, nor by their greed.

You are not from this planet,

you are not quite human, too.

The stars call you at night,

asking you to go back home;

the wind tells you the story

of how your kind carve the world.

And you close your eyes,

and listen

the voice of the Earth

calling you "son".

Have you ever felt the urge to jump?