I want everyone to know that there are queers in the hollers of Appalachia, in the bayous and marshland of the Deep South, in Southwestern deserts, through the Ozark mountains and up to the Rockies. There are queers in the Great Plains, there are queers in rural America, in trailer parks of the Osage foothills. In the places you least expect us to live, we are here, carving out community and fighting for liberation with pride despite it all. Stop forgetting about us. Stop overlooking our experiences and our impact just because we don’t live in a Big Gay City. And for the love of God, stop looking at us with pity.

Salt preserves food because it smells like the ocean and mold doesn't know how to swim and gets scared

I don't want to look 'hot'. I want to look alluring, hauntung, bewitching. I want to look like the kind of person hozier would write a song about.

you truly underestimate how many times i can listen to the same song on repeat

Elect me pregnant I will nuke los angels

President

I opened tumblr, and as it loaded i asked myself “I wonder what’s in store for me today” only to be greeted with this. 

Please Attend To My Graduation You Ramblesome Fucker I Beg Of You