erastes||eromenos

wisteria in london (x)

technology related sensory memories from my childhood

The heaviness and rubber texture of the roller ball in a computer mouse, and the little ring of lint

Unkinking the curly cord of a telephone while you talked

The -peww sound and slowly fading image of a crt monitor turning off, and then running your finger through the static on the dusty glass

The crunch of opening or closing a plastic Disney vhs cover

The sound effects in kidpix

Extending and collapsing metal antennas and using them as magic wands

A month ago, when 49 people were slaughtered in a gay club, we were told the blame lay at our feet, because if only everyone were allowed to carry a gun, we’d be safe.

Today, after a black man was held down, shot at close range and murdered, and we’re told he would have been safe if only he hadn’t been armed.

Which is it?

this birthday is very much off to a wonderful start due to these brand new little plant babies. thank you @melissa_annetilley for making my morning 🌱 (at club 215)

do i know what i want to write? yes

am i capable of writing it? yes

would it even take that long to write it? no

would i feel awesome if i wrote it? absolutely

am i writing right now? no

why not? *highpitched screaming* i?? don’t?? know?? *cries*

by  helloemilie

hp + instagram: hufflepuff // [gryffindor] each of the houses has a general account; hufflepuff’s is managed by susan bones

Drawing No. 12 by Fursy Teyssier of Les Discrets

“L'amour ne périt jamais”

we always talk about the bees knees but what about the bee’s needs. have you ever thought about that ? No. because you only think about yourself

hONESTLY whenever some dudebro asks me “how do u kno when lesbian sex is over?” i’m gonna start giving them just off the wall replies like

“when you run out of garlic”

“after the flood but before the rainbow”

“when there aren’t any more clean socks”

“before the rooster crows”

“it isn’t. i am still currently having sex with every woman i’ve ever had sex with. when women have sex with each other, we join a collective conscious. bonded by continuous, constant sex. our physical forms may part ways, but our minds and souls are still engaged in an unending orgy.”

sahin

Clouds casting thousand-mile shadows when viewed from the ISS