He met her that last time at that place - where all things began and ended, in a never changing world. There would never be a happy together for them, there would never be this. This quaint sunshine spilled noon under an old and maiden apple tree.
He met her out of breath and time that he knew didn’t belong to him, but when he reached her, he stood and stared because the time belonging to them in endless world.
She laughed first, and the spell was broken. The sun no longer washed them in cold light, but it burst and bathed them in warmth. He believed her laugh was the trigger that made things want to yield to her. She reached for him, and he, her. Her fingertips were only a hairbreadths from clutching his.
Then he woke up.
(for the person who means the world to me <4 )
NO TOUCHY MY BABY!
Today is the International Day Against Homophobia. Let’s use it to fight against heterosexism, transphobia, cissexism, and all other forms of oppression.
:D GUYS. GUYYYYS. ASEXUALLLLSSS. OUR FLAG WAS INCLUDED!
WE EXIST TO THESE PEOPLE!!!!
At my school there’s a rule that only one student can be out of class at a time with a hall pass, but today in math a bunch of people forgot their graphing calculators so my math teacher yelled, “EVERYBODY, GO. RUN. THEY CAN’T CATCHH ALL OF YOU.”
How To Draw Better In 2 Minutes
someone woke up on the sass side of the bed this morning
inspired by this