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daveholmes:

When I was 9, my parents threw a birthday party for some old great-aunt or -uncle or other and invited the whole massive extended family. We’re Irish, so it was packed. Last to arrive was my great-uncle Freddy, a jolly widower who had recently taken up painting. He showed up with a huge package and gave it to my parents. “This is for you,” he said. “Open it right now!” 

They did. It was a huge painting of my mother. HUGE. 

And it was…

“Oh! MY! FREDDY! This is…thank you!” My mom said, through the clenched teeth of the smile a mother smiles when company’s over.

After everyone went home, we sat at the dining room table and looked at that painting. It was just all wrong. The skin tone was cadaverous, the eyes were off center, and she had 900 teeth. It was CRAZY. And the thing was, we loved Uncle Freddy, and he did tend to drop by from time to time. So this big, dumb thing we didn’t ask for was going to have to be hung in our home. 

“Well,” my Dad sighed. “This is ours now.” 

That is exactly how I feel this morning, as a gay man, about “Born This Way.” 

QFT

Edna St Vincent Millay

Dirge without music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: 
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned 
With lilies and laurel they go: but I am not resigned. 

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. 
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust. 
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew, 
A formula, a phrase remains - but the best is lost. 

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love - 
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled 
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve. 
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world. 

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave 
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind: 
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. 
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

delicious-demon:

the great thing about this tumblr is that none of you know any of the people i talk about. i’m not much of a gossip in real life, but i’m pretty sure a lot of my journal entries would be perceived as gossip if you knew who i was talking about, haha.

i know :D

sanwalisaloni:

thenewfilo:

anarchyofthemind:

Literally, they can never be naked.

You mean like…gotta wear socks during sex or what?

What about when they take showers?

From what I remember from John Safran vs God they will often keep a hand out of the bath inside their magical mormon undergarments.

He might’ve made that up though.

(Source: absurdreasoning)