I Wish There Was More Supernatural. Dean Had More To Not Tell Me

talks with my friends who are going to kink parties and having t4t orgies and doing petplay and then goes to sleep in my childhood bedroom and dreams of the snow, and rain

I want everyone to know that there are queers in the hollers of Appalachia, in the bayous and marshland of the Deep South, in Southwestern deserts, through the Ozark mountains and up to the Rockies. There are queers in the Great Plains, there are queers in rural America, in trailer parks of the Osage foothills. In the places you least expect us to live, we are here, carving out community and fighting for liberation with pride despite it all. Stop forgetting about us. Stop overlooking our experiences and our impact just because we don’t live in a Big Gay City. And for the love of God, stop looking at us with pity.

childhood was so crazy. my parents were kind of young. a meal seemed to last forever. i could run for ages. everyone was alive

Irish summers, County Kerry, Ireland 1988 - by Harry Gruyaert (1941), Belgian

"Gaza is now a different colour from space. It's a different texture."

the point of art is not to be great but to make it transparently obvious that there is something wrong with you

12:43pm

the clouds become even more beautiful through small button eyes

EVERY TOUCH EVER ☞ 87?

10.22 The Prisoner