I Will Kill The Madhya Pradesh Minister

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.

you know who reads shakespeare when they don’t have to? gay people

That intimate moment between you and the book you have just read the last words of, where you sit there taking in the enormity of what you have just finished.

when a girl starts growing up then all her loved ones start fading into unfamiliarity. The mouth of her mother starts spitting venomous hatred towards her growing skin. Father's opinions start falling low, shaming her for desiring extra air, outside his suffocating layers of thick curtains. The mind of her friends start revealing to be shallow, cheapening her skills to just sly trickeries. The eyes of strangers, old or young, start turning hungry, beseeching helplessly everywhere around her, to destroy.

The smell of burned dreams and an intolerable noise surrounds her, blaming her for all the impurities in the world, till she dies, sometimes even after that.

-@illusoryescapee

Is it abuse, when you were too young to realise? Is it abuse, when the criminals are your loved ones?

hoping this coffee fixes my headache and my writing block

“In college I had a physics professor who wrote the date and time in red marker on a sheet of white paper and then lit the paper on fire and placed it on a metallic mesh basket on the lab table where it burned to ashes. He asked us whether or not the information on the paper was destroyed and not recoverable, and of course we were wrong, because physics tells us that information is never lost, not even in a black hole, and that what is seemingly destroyed is, in fact, retrievable. In that burning paper the markings of ink on the page are preserved in the way the flame flickers and the smoke curls. Wildly distorted to the point of chaos, the information is nonetheless not dead. Nothing, really, dies. Nothing dies. Nothing dies.”

— Nicholas Rombes, The Absolution of Roberto Acestes Laing (via bobschofield)

reblog if ur mom is smart and beautiful

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