"Sometimes I like to hang out with people that aren’t that bright.You know just to see how the other half lives"

- Mike Ross  (via alicantml)
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"How It Ends," from Andrea Gibson, spoken word poet and (of course) lesbian.

This post is for my girlfriend, who has been helping me out with D&D, so you all still get regular updates while I’m working 40+ hours a week. Thank you, love. <3

it has been 3 yrs 10 months and 27 days

since the first time i saw you naked

since the night you ripped off your shirt, stuck your boobs in my face,

and said “touch them”

i touched them like a diabetic third grader opening a snickers bar

you said “hard”

i thought “yes i am”

but you are so soft

i said, “your lips, they’re like whale blubber”

that wasn’t my best line

but it worked

tonight in the grocery store i found one of your hairs in my underwear

i pulled it out in the frozen foods section

and shouted, “that is so gorgeous it could kill a man!”

good thing i’m a leprechaun



baby i have no idea how this will end

maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the earth’s hips

and our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary

or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity

combined with the absolute [???] of your communication skills

will leave us, like a love letter

in a landfill

but whatever, however, whenever this ends

i want you to know that right now

i love you forever

i love you for the hardest mile we walked together

for the day i collected every sharp knife in the house

and threw them one by one on the roof

then told the sun

"listen, show off, from now on, you better only give me blades of grass

things that are growing and soft

cuz there’s this girl who says she wants to float on her back through my blood stream

and when she does, i want my rivers to reach the sea”

do you hear me, lover?

do you know the night you told me you had a crush on my ears

i swore to never become van gogh?

and look, baby, they’re both still there

just like my firefly heart is still right there in your glass jar

i never trusted anybody more to poke enough holes in the lid.

so on the nights you sleep like a ballerina

i try to snore like a piccolo

and i press my lips to your holy temples

and i say i crash into things in the dark

even when the lights are on,

and i am wrong more often than i am writing

and even then i am often wrong.

but when my friends are in the bathroom at the bar

rolling dollar bills into telescopes and claiming they can see god,

i will come to you,

holding my grandmother’s bible.

i will press it to your chest

i will bless it with your breath.

and when you ask if i want to roleplay

altar boys fucking in the church kitchen during sunday mass

i will say hell yes

but only if you leave a hickey on my ass in the shape of jesus’s palm

so i can be sure i got nailed


lover, you will never lose me to the wind

you are the lightning that made me fill my chest with candles

you are the thunder clapping for the poem that nobody else wants to hear

you are an icicle’s tear watering a tulip on the first day of spring

you melt me alive

you kiss me deep as my roots will reach

and i want nothing more

than to be an eyelash fallen on your cheek

a thing collected by your fingers

and held like a wish

i promise that whatever i do, i will always try my best

to come true

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"I start counting when it starts hurting, because they’re the only ones that count!"

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"‎’Slut’ is attacking women for their right to say yes. ‘Friend Zone’ is attacking women for their right to say no."

- And “bitch” is attacking women for their right to call you out on it (via clarasoswld)

(via insertspookynamehere)

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Lou Gehrig was born 110 years ago today. Here’s to The Iron Horse, one of the sport’s all-time greatest.

Source: mlb

Derek Jeter medically cleared for baseball activities