I want to sit with someone at 3 am and talk. Like really talk. I want you to tell me what keeps you up at night, that dream you keep having, what certain songs make you feel like, what you think happens after death. Talk to me about your family and your dreams.
yo PSA if you have to set up a PC over the holidays you can use this program called Ninite and you pick the programs you want off a checklist so you don’t have to go looking for a million programs at once
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.
“Do you ever think about all the people who you might have fallen in love with if only you’d taken a different way home or stood a little longer in the bread aisle at the supermarket? All the people who might have been an integral part of your life but instead you’ll never know them. The unimaginable impact that our mundane choices have on our lives really gets to me. Think of how many times I might have died if I’d made different choices. Maybe I’d be homeless. Maybe I’d be famous. Maybe I’d be rich. Sometimes I’m so overwhelmed by the impact of my choices that I can’t choose anything at all because I’m afraid today will be the day that I make the choice that changes everything.”—Unknown (via isaacholic)
“I think of happy
when I think of you.
So wherever you are,
I hope you’re happy.
I really do.
I hope the stars are kissing
your cheeks tonight.
I hope you finally found a way
to quit smoking.
I hope your lungs are open
and breathing this life.
I hope there’s a kite in your hand
that’s flying all the way up to Orion,
and you’ve still got a thousand yards of string to let out.
I hope you’re smiling
like God is pulling at the corners
of your mouth.
Cause I might be naked and lonely,
shaking branches for bones,
but I’m still timezones away from who I was the day before we met.
You were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat.
And I wish you were here.
I wish you’d never left.
I wish you well.
I wish you my very, very best.”—Andrea Gibson (via salacioustruthabouttheirhomelife)