andthedistancebetweenthem:

“I’ve been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on my walls
‘Cause the ink in my pen don’t work in my notepad
Don’t ask if I’m happy, you know that I’m not
But at best I can say I’m not sad.”

— Lana Del Rey: “hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but I have it “

c-elebutante:

brown skin

andrejvidovic:

Renè Lalique, Suzanne, 1925

saintcanaanofthesheep:

I know this is a fun tweet and all that but it absolutely is an instance of striaght privilege. Heterosexual people have up to seven years to explore their sexual and romantic attraction in an environment that is designed for them while many queer youth deligate their time in maneuvering their identity in response to themselves and their environment. It’s one of the reasons why dating as a queer adult is so hard: so many of us are romantically undersocialized when compared to our heterosexual peers, who are not only given social liscence to explore themselves, but who have the additional benefit of being able to see themselves in media.

There will always be exceptions to this, of course, but it’s so sad to see how the effects of childhood homophobia haunt us well into our adult years, to the point where it limits our opportunity to connect with other people around us.