Give a bi-sexual, bi-polar, gemini a tumblr and this is what you get.
Reblogged from notsosecretlyramona
my favorite tidbit about rome is that in the mid-1800s one of the popes didnt like the statues in rome having dicks so he ordered them knocked off. fast forward to the last decade or so and art historians in conjunction with the vatican are trying to erm. restore. the statues. but the dicks were just. kept in a box. so art historians are going around rome, with a box of dicks, trying to match them up to their owner.
I made a classic blunder. I pushed myself too hard to be ok. I tried to force my recovery with smiles and socialization. Distract myself from my reality with friends and reckless behavior. This has resulted in me being unemployed, facing minor criminal charges, and being in debt for the first time in my life.
The fact is I was emotionally abused over the course of the past 3 years. Made to feel small and worthless, stupid and unattractive, by the one person who had ever made me feel loved.
I thought I could counteract these feelings by putting on the mask of who I used to be. If I pretended it never happened then I could move on. I had the fake it till you make it mentality.
But I will never be that person again. I can’t go back in time and I can’t seem to figure out how to move forward.
I’m stuck. Stuck feeling ugly, helpless, stupid, scared and most of all guilty. Guilty that I have become such a burden on those I love. And I don’t know how to fix it.
You said that neither of us are in a place to be in a relationship. I agreed.
You said let’s still be friends. I said sure. Your still really interesting and easy to talk to. I could always use more friends.
You said let’s hang out tonight. I said ok, I’m not doing anything.
I head over to your house and we hang out, start a movie, I help you flesh out a concept for a game you want to run.
Then we make out. Awesome. We still have chemistry. There is nothing wrong with a little kissing.
We decide to head to the store for a snack and some drinks. Then you playfully ask for road head. I said no.
If you want to do more than kissing with me our relationship needs to be defined as something other than “just friends”.
I don’t play those fucking games.
Reblogged from whatwasthatbob
The pure fact that this doesn’t even need a title or a description or anything speaks volumes. I mean look at the number of notes this has. There are so few people who don’t recognize it. And the song itself just gives you chills. It’s so magical.
^ THAT WAS MY EXACT REACTION
I swear to fucking god tumblr if this is another fucking Spongebob pos-
Reblogged from housetohalf
a podcast recorded with a $60 dollar mic in a harlem apartment about an openly queer radio host with a poc love interest as literally the most normal part of the show made it to be the number one most dowloaded podcast in all of america and if you don’t think that’s the tightest shit you can get out of my face
I fucked up royally. I’m a horrible person and now I’m unemployed, going through a divorce, and I have a court date. FML