I’m Just Listening To Music And A Song In Korean Starts Playing And I’m Like “ok I Guess This Happening

Why did I pick Alexander Hamilton as my topic for the research paper? Why did I do this to myself?

that moment when you get bored and decide to make a tumblr for literally no reason at all

Holy crap. Please explain how you managed to find the exact right words for this. Because I am amazed

The Closet

i’ve never posted my writing anywhere before but this was so personal to me and i haven’t stopped reading it since i wrote it, so now i guess i hand it off to you. i wrote this at a very low point in my life and, while i am certainly doing better now, i still feel the emotions expressed in this piece quite often. being closeted is hard– it hurts. it really hurts. so, here goes! my writing, now yours as well.

March 3, 2019, 1:07am

Prompt: You knock louder and louder on the door, but nobody answers.

Banging. Thudding. Pounding. Kicking. I’m slamming at the door. I’m trapped, I’m claustrophobic, I’m scared; but worst of all– I’m alone. I have been in here for too long and I’m ready to leave. I miss my friends, I miss my family… I miss the truth. I miss the days when I didn’t see the walls, when it was harder to notice the harsh divide. But almost just as scary- if not scarier- as this deafening isolation is the potential of what’s on the other side of the door. What if it’s worse? I can’t know. “If only the door would just open!” I keep saying to myself. But in my heart of hearts I know it’s for naught. Because this is a door I can only open myself. And I imagine what the world on the other side is like. I fantasize about flying through the door in a burst of color and light, finally happy, finally smiling. A real smile. Not the smile blocked by the walls. A smile that says “I’m free! I’m here! I’m out!” But for now I remain incarcerated. It’s hard to justify, though. Feeling imprisoned when you are your own jailor.

“The Trash Man cometh. The Trash Man giveth, and the Trash Man taketh away.”

my life as a quote

Meet my latest D&D character! Skaria Bladelove, half-orc monk!

HEYYYY guess what!!

today (may 17, 2019) is the fifteenth wedding anniversary of the first samesex couple to be legally married in the united states!!!!

a very happy anniversary to marcia kadish and tanya mccloskey❤️🏳️‍🌈

I have seen that pastor before, and he seems to think that hate is the way to win.

Card House - Chapter 1 pt. 3

“Just to save you some trouble, the door on the right in there is just the bedroom Alex and I share,” Jay said to the Diamond, walking over to the door with the key. “Feel free to search the room, just maybe ask what’s in each drawer first.” The Diamond nodded as he waited. Alex just stood there, wondering what Tally was going to do. Tally turned, and noticed Alex staring at her. She sighed, and said “Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t . . . I wasn’t thinking. I . . . I’m sorry.” Alex didn’t know how to respond, but Jay decided now would be a good time to ask if anyone wanted a drink. “I’d have one, but I don’t think the two of you trust me around alcohol,” Tally answered. The other Club shouted down the stairs “I think I found somethin’!” Tally looked up, with an eyebrow raised. She headed up the stairs, and didn’t see Alex and Jay exchange a look that said ‘well, shit.’ The Club had found that there was a semi-concealed hatch in the ceiling. Jay followed Tally, and, when she asked them about it, told her that it was just storage. “Then you won’t mind if I check . . .” Tally trailed off. Jay looked over at the other Club, and said “Can I talk to Tally? Alone?” The Club looked at Tally for confirmation, who nodded.

It’s James! He’s tied with Jay for my favorite.