I was going to caption this “Now, look at the gifs again and pretend that one of them is a woman”, but after a second thought I figured someone would be offended or something similar so I decided against it. I don’t really need to prove anything since it’s kind of obvious already, just take a look for yourself and I dare you to convince me that these two boys aren’t madly in love with each other. It’s just that I don’t think either of them realizes that what they feel is love, but hopefully they’ll figure it out eventually.
The only point I’m trying to make, is that this is not the way someone behaves with or looks at their brother (in bond or in blood).
Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
I went from wanting this to wanting to never see this again
Bo Burnham on The Pete Holmes Show - 3/5/14
my goal for this semester is to title all of my papers using lyrics from kanye west songs
i’m in it to win it mothafuckers
no one has noticed yet
i feel like my references to kanye west may be lost on my 40+ year old professors
five weeks left in the semester and i’m still going strong
I spent five years watching my body form around your every word.
five years with your hand on my thigh in the car.
five years with your kiss like honey at the beach.
five years looking in the mirror and seeing your reflection behind me.
It took five minutes for you to tell me goodbye.
I have spent this year staring at the ceiling for inspiration.
this year kissing boys who wanted me to write them into a love poem.
this year hardly recognizing myself in the mirror.
this year eating cupcakes with orange juice at 5am.
truth is, I’m happy but sometimes even happy hurts.
It’s been one year and I look in the mirror
and see a stranger’s hands wrapped around my waist.
It’s been one year and instead of seeing your ghost next to me,
I see the shadow of the first guy I slept with after you left.
I’ve spent one year watching my body slender and spiral
around boys who say my name tastes like strawberries.
I’ve spent one year feeling winter like a bittersweet dagger.
I’ve spent one year feeling free
but my chain still drags behind me.
It’s been one year and when someone asks me how I am
“tired,” I say.
never ask white people what their ethnicity is unless you wanna hear a list of every european country and meaningless fractions
How dare a woman use a relevant anatomically correct term in a debate about abortion!
sometimes I struggle to believe that the usa is a real country and not an elaborate joke
Sometimes we all struggle to believe that we’re a real country