“I watched a girl in a sundress kiss another girl on a park bench, and just as the sunlight spilled perfectly onto both of their hair, I thought to myself: “How bravely beautiful it is, that sometimes, the sea wants the city, even when it has been told its entire life it was meant for the shore.”—Christopher Poindexter (via sailorp00n)
I don’t understand the USA, all your roads are straight and all your cities look like they were planned using Excel.
Everyone knows the only way to build a city is to wait until a bunch of tiny villages merge together over centuries and create a sprawling clusterfuck of winding roads that make no sense and have no street signs and are impossible to navigate unless you’ve lived there all your life.
“I think now that being free is not being powerful or rich or well regarded or without obligation but being able to love. To love someone else enough to forget about yourself even for one moment is to be free.”—Jeanette Winterson, The Passion (via aprosexiacs)
A teen couple from New York told media this week that they have been blocked from going to prom because one of them is trans.
Anais Celini wants to bring her boyfriend Nathaniel Baez to her senior prom at the Martin Luther High School in Queens. But because Nathaniel is trans, the school said they couldn’t go, calling his transition “unconventional” and “not beneficial.”
Baez added, “It’s hard because I really wanted her to be able to go to prom with her friends, and me as well, because it is one of the stepping stones in high school.”
School officials have thus far declined comment, according to Pix 11, but Baez has said that he will plan a private prom celebration for his girlfriend if authorities do not budge by May 22, when the dance will be held.
Are you KIDDING me right now. Whose business is it that this person is trans? What difference does it make? Since when do we require full-body exams to allow people to go to high school prom?! Ugh.
“There are certain people that come into your life, and leave a mark. I’m talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you as your own soul. Their place in your heart is tender, a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless. If you had a lifetime to talk, there would still be things left unsaid.”—Sara Zarr (via wordsthat-speak)
I don’t trust people who are quick to give nicknames. There’s power in how you want to be identified, starting with your name, and any attempt to change that is an attempt to take this power from you, however small or seemingly inane. Nicknames are disrespectful in this regard, they replace your identity with how the other wants to perceive you and your relation to them.
“Here I became aware of the world’s tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all of creation, and I realized that the joy I sought in you was not only secreted within you, but breathed around me everywhere, in the speeding street sounds, in the hem of a comically lifted skirt, in the metallic yet tender drone of the wind, in the autumn clouds bloated with rain. I realized that the world does not represent a struggle at all, or a predaceous sequence of chance events, but the shimmering bliss, beneficent trepidation, a gift bestowed upon us and unappreciated.”—Vladimir Nabokov, “Beneficience” in The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov (via larmoyante)