virusexe:

Don’t send me sexual asks I’m just a simple farmer with crops to tend to

(Source: 124, via bigbardafree)

ambidexterous:

overanalyticalqueer:

so hey fun fact for anyone who wants queer history trivia: the first disco in Seattle was opened in 1973 and was a gay bar called “shelly’s leg” and it was named after a dancer named shelly who lost her leg in a confetti cannon accident and used the insurance/lawsuit settlement money to open a gay disco.

a) This is such a fantastic story that I wouldn’t care if it were made up, except that

b) upon further research, it does appear to be true

(via mystik-kitty)

"On a night like all the other nights,
she leans in, mouth stained red with wine, and whispers
“You know it’s always been you, right?”
Then she wants to kiss.
Then she wants to talk about love like it
isn’t a promise to you, and you let her,
because you’re lonely and you’ve only ever been hungry for this.
On a night like all the other nights,
she goes home with him, instead.
She messes up his sheets and wakes
up tangled in him like ivy growing up the side of a house, and it isn’t you.
You realize it’s never going to be you.
Remember what she sounds like when
she tells you she loves you,
when she wipes her nose with shaking hands and says you’re the only woman, the only soft she ever wants to sink her hands into.
Find the lie and hold it between
your teeth like a grenade pin.
Go home alone and pick the shrapnel
out of your chest.
How can you do it?
How can you love her when she takes it all out of you and keeps it?
Oh, but you do, on the nights like all the other nights,
on the mornings when
she wakes up and kisses him honest.
You will always be waiting for her,
like a train that never comes, a phone that never rings,
a hand that never holds,
and nothing will ever feel more extraordinary."