The Space-Time Continuum and Me

Hello, I struggle with a very particular kind of handicap with which you may be familiar: reality. welcome to my escape…

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Last night I had a dream that I found a hole in the baseboard of a wall, like a mouse hole. I got down on my belly for a better look, but I couldn’t see much of anything. So I put my arm in, and I could feel cold air move past my fingers. I could tell the space on the other side was enormous.



Nothing creepier than walking past a window at night and seeing your entire backyard lit up by the neighbor’s security light—and then seeing a figure standing there.



You know when a fast angry song comes on that you know every word to and you’re in just the right mood that your eyes light up with the fire and angst of a thousand punk rockers and you just feel so alive


(via maplelight)





the fall of azula is one of the best written story arcs in cartoon history and i will stand by this comment forever

(via fullmetal-fez)


how many of us, as children, have had creeping thoughts of “i think i have a crush on somebody of my own gender” or “i wish i were another gender” and dismissed them so swiftly and so effectively because those ideas were unnatural and unconscionable that they never had the chance to grow into our identities? how many more of us, when finally told from childhood that queerness is a real and good option, will be queer and will love it?

I spent most of my childhood thinking that liking girls was ‘attention seeking’, and just me trying to be different and even more weird than I already was (as someone who was bullied a lot.) It was only when I was 16 that I realised keeping these thoughts in my mind meant I was asking for nothing from anyone but myself. I figured I’d let myself think them and see what happened.

And yup, I am definitely pansexual.

(Source: schoenbergwasright, via an-angel-of-the-lord-english)