While I would be the last person to argue that conformity will be our collective salvation, I also know it’s exhausting to think of every personal struggle as a battlefront in a war for women’s equality, wherein one traditional decision can somehow set all women back by decades.
THERE IT IS AGAIN! THERE IT FUCKING IS! i’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT THIS PHOTO FOR YEARS AND NEVER COULD FIND IT!! THE LAN PARTY WITH THE GUY DUCT-TAPED TO THE CEILING!! BACK IN ANCIENT TIMES WHEN PEOPLE STILL USED CATHODE MONITORS AND WHEN COUNTERSTRIKE WAS THE NEW THING. THIS SHIT IS REAL. THIS IS REAL SHIT. SHIT THAT HAPPENED.
But how did he get up there
I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.
when you love someone, you feel like you swallowed a sock. but when someone loves you, you float.
—seventeen year old me, apparently (via onehundredthousandsubtletimes)