15 6 / 2014


"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.” - Gary Provost

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19 5 / 2014

19 5 / 2014


lets play “how gay can you be with your best friend without it getting weird” 

(Source: pgrls, via rivagulous)

15 5 / 2014


On a red eye from Indiana to California
I was somewhere over Colorado
My head literally in the clouds and
My heart in limbo
Waiting for the filling feeling of smoke in my lungs
To stop the aching loneliness in my bones.

14 5 / 2014

(Source: rachelhduh)

14 5 / 2014

Me: I’m talking to a few femmes, but mostly I prefer butch girls. Like…girls in guy’s clothing. 

Sarah: Well, I want someone who wears heels as big as the strap ons they fuck me with.

27 3 / 2014



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Text (would be legible on actual shirt):

1. You have no problem with the gender wage gap. But you hate having to pay for dates.

2. You insist that it’s a scientifically proven fact that men are stronger than women. But you complain about society believing that it’s worse for…

16 10 / 2013


n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.

16 10 / 2013


n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate…

25 9 / 2012


I think this speaks for itself. Accepting a person doesn’t mean you get to put limits on their freedom. You can’t be an ally and want us to stop talking, or labeling, or demanding to be heard. 

Acceptance has no exceptions. Period. 

(via theghostonherlips)