This Tornado Loves You

22. Queer. dancer. rugger.

come at me, bro

bestrongbestrongbestrong

J’s defense is today and my baby is snuggled in bed. i don’t want to wake him yet.

i am so full of feels. so happy and hopeful for him and for us, and so sad about leaving.

I don’t want to be 
your entire world, no.
I would be happy
just to be your morning coffee,
your hanging car keys,
your wallet.

Something seemingly
insignificant,
but if lost throws off
your entire day.

(Source: lucyquin, via thricexbetelgeuse)

angrywomenofcolorunited:

It’s funny how these white girls are telling other POC that they can’t dictate their own cultures, but somehow they can dictate our cultures, picking and choosing what ever they fucking like. 

And I’m sitting here thinking hmmmm… where have I seen this before?

Oh yeah, European colonization.

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(via princessbindi)

There are three or four ghats on a lake. The Hindus, who drink the water at one place, call it jal. The Mussalmans at another place call it pani. And the English at a third place call it water. All three denote one and the same thing, the difference being in the name only. In the same way, some address the Reality as Allah, some as God, some as Brahman, some as Kali, and others by such names as Rama, Jesus, Durga, Hari.

—Sri Ramakrishna— Guru of Swami Vivekanda (via jigerpatel)

(via awkward-indian)