Jukebox Blues

when a hot new student transfers to your school

you are a perfect mix of stardust and love -  stop dulling your light to make other people shine.

Am I the sun? Were you the sea? Are we nothing more than a recycled tragedy? (Icarus died with the taste of sun on his lips. You died with the taste of mine on yours)

When I see a guy wearing great fitting jeans

and there should be a company that sells them called Victor’s Secret, that has uncomfortably large, close-up photos of enormously-endowed male “angels” stuffed into their gorgeous little pouches spread all over every mall and TV channel, which changes societal expectations on penis size as a whole, so that men who don’t have incredibly large penises feel impossibly inadequate and feel compelled to make up for it by spending a fortune on overpriced penis pouches as a way of compensating.

swagakuya-brogami:

In the AOS fandom we don't say I love you, we say "I made you a prosciutto and buffalo mozzarella sandwich with just a hint of homemade pesto aïoli" and I think thats beautiful.