LGBTQ*-Friendly Wedding Cards
Found in Georgetown’s Paper Source.
from E.E. Cummings, “anyone lived in a pretty how town”
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by wasall by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Gay Insurgent: A Gay Left Journal, Issue #6
Currently on display in the Smithsonian’s National Museum of American History.
For more information, see Daniel C. Tsang’s blog post here.
(via knowhomo)
You are now a timelord
the amount of followers you have is how old you are
the person you reblog this from is your companion
your icon is what your current regeneration looks like
your job (or one of your parent’s jobs) is your timelord name
I’m reblogging this because I’m The Doctor.
(via sustaining-demagoguery)
You know which one you are
I wouldn’t call it a collection as much as a horde.
"… not our
desire hissing Tell me
your parts
that I may understand
your body,
your story."
desire hissing Tell me
your parts
that I may understand
your body,
your story."
— Jorie Graham, from “The Age of Reason” in Dream of the Unified Field (via proustitute)
(Source: diepopular, via semperxeadem)
Paris 2009 by Riccardo Magno
"…im tired of being considered vapid for liking pop music or caring about fashion as if these things inherently lack substance or as if the things i enjoy somehow make me a lesser person…im tired of being congratulated for being thin because i can more easily fit into sample sizes from the runway…im tired of people i love betraying me so they can get credit or money…I’m sad that it’s uncool or offensive to talk about environmental or human rights issues…I’m tired of creeps on message boards discussing whether or not they’d ‘fuck’ me…I’m sad that my desire to be treated as an equal and as a human being is interpreted as hatred of men, rather than a request to be included and respected (I have four brothers and many male best friends and a dad and i promise i do not hate men at all, nor do i believe that all men are sexist or that all men behave in the ways described above)…"
— Grimes (via thesmithian)
