The Art of Eavesdropping.

Word vomit. Picture vomit.

This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go.

—Buddy Wakefield; Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars (via hefuckin)

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i just realized his name was sternum…as in your chest 

i just realized his name was sternum…as in your chest 

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fuckyeahlgbt:

dog-with-a-bong:

As a kid it never bothered me that spongebob and Patrick were parents, I never cared that Jimmy was a bit feminine, I never questioned the fact that Him was a cross dresser, I never questioned Vanity smurfs sexuality, it never bothered me that chucky had a mom and sister of a different race or that Betty and Howard’s gender rolls were switched, and I didn’t care that Mulan was a women in a mans world. It’s sad how some parents are disgusted when they see stuff like this and tell their kids that they’re suppose to be masculine or feminine, or that marriage is only for a man and a women, that a women is ment to be at home while the men are at work, and I find it especially sad when parents teach their kids that interracial marriage is disgusting. Your gender, sexuality, race or religion doesn’t matter. The only thing that does matter is that you love yourself and others around you for who they are the way we loved our childhood characters.

I like this post. 

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