do you ever FEEL yourself being annoying but you CAN’T stop

question: how would you deal with cyber attacks against the US government? 

donald trump: i am so strongly against cyber. we came up with the internet. cyber is a big issue. we need to be SMART and QUICK. let me tell you. my son has a computer. he’s 10! he’s so good on that computer so good you wouldn’t believe it!

republicans:

I want every Jewish person to be safe

I want every person to be safe

I want every Jewish person to be safe

I want every single living creature to be safe. 

I want every Jewish person to be safe AND I WANT EVERY NAZI, NAZI SYMPATHIZER, AND NAZI APOLOGIST TO BE EXTREMELY UNSAFE AT ALL TIMES

when ur high af

novice. you dont ask, you assume. thats what makes it art.

“mr. boy, please step into my office.”

it was a powerful stentorian voice, which, without the least intimation of anger or stress, nevertheless cut through the thick, hot, moist july afternoon like pinking shears.

straight swallowed hard. golly. he entered the office, which was like a dad’s library if the dad was really rich and actually possessed books. late afternoon sun tangled in the gold stamping of innumerable unreadable letters upon green leather spines. behind the desk, dressed in green baize and burl accessories, loomed the thick torso of his summer inquisitor. a silence passed, like the silence that emits from the afterbirth of fireworks, a louder silence, compared to the bursting plush of straight’s own heartbeat tensing the inner membranes of his ears. he could hardly lift his straight white eyes to those which rose commandingly from the face above the neck which emerged from the shoulders previously mentioned. he saw, and caught his breath to see it, his interlocutor’s jaw flex before these words spilled into the afternoon:

“i would like to welcome you to your summer job. as you know, i am a senator in the united states. and you are a page boy.”

the senator’s fingers - square, articulate, possessed of an elegant brutality like that belonging to the cars of a james bond picture - flexed around the shaft of a walnut caran d’ache pen worth more than seventeen pairs of air jordan dub zero iDs. piercing azure eyes fixed upon straight’s. reflexively, he felt a sensation not unlike the sensation he had felt the first time he had shown another boy a picture of tiddy in an abortive and incoherent gesture of interpersonal intimacy.

“page boys have certain responsibilities in this office, mr. boy. i hope you will understand the importance of tradition.”

with that the senator rose, and in form against the window eclipsed all the gay summer sunlight from without. a snaking sound: the belt being undone, and then the fastenings of the slacks slipped free of their casements.

“please assume the position,” said the senator, in a voice which commanded the entire senate defense committee as easily as it ordered another arnold palmer. it never even occurred to straight to question it. he did as he was told, heatstruck from a nameless sun. the first blow felt like acceptance; the sixth like freedom.

freedom. it was more than just a word now.

HAHHAHAH WTFFFFF

oops

It gets better though

love isn’t always holding hands and little kisses in on saturday afternoons. love isnt always a rose gold sun set when you kiss them goodbye. sometimes love is a messy 4 am phone call you make on the brink of tears to your best friend. sometimes it’s taking a trip to the store when there is nothing you need because they said they wanted some company. love isn’t always picturesque, but for as long as you feel it; it’s real.

“I know for a fact that I am beautiful, and what I do know for a fact is that we are spirits, at the end of the day, regardless of how much melanin we have, or how many pimples we have, or how curly or straight our hair is. It’s really about what we have inside of us, that makes us who we are.”

harry: *casually paints his nails again*

me: nice

harry: *casually jokes and mentions he has a dress*

me: nicer

harry: *casually breaks gender norms one photo shoot and album at a time*

me: the nicest

don’t lie we all judge people by their url

Self-Care Minimums and Dealing With Depression | The Span of My Hips (via glasshell)

xx

still cute af

poor baby