Have y’all heard the Pinkberry song yet? Because oh my god.
Have y’all heard the Pinkberry song yet? Because oh my god.
an age is dawning with our smiles and laughter
Happy Birthday, David!
And should we defeat every enemy…and should we double our wealth and conquer the stars and still be unequal to this issue, then we will have failed as a people…and as a nation.
For, with a country as with a person, what is a man profited if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul?
There is no negro problem. There is no Southern problem. There is no Northern problem. There is only an American problem.
LBJ’s 1965 speech calling on Congress to act to pass legislation against discriminatory voting practices. This is literally just as relevant today as it was then, but the spirit of the speech is so widely relevant that I can’t see straight.
POTUS to Betty White.
Ringing in the new year with some Bat for Lashes.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go buy a broom. And a bagel sandwich.
And so now you know.
Rye Rye singing “Call Your Girlfriend” and “Never Will Be Mine”.
Heart.
“Original Don” - Major Lazer
There are no words to describe the impact that these women had on my evolution as preteen gay.
Guys, I think I know what my next birthday party is going to look like.
This is magic.
Holy shit! I remember the hell out of these ladies!
(Source: natureofthetide)
Oh this rain, it will continue
Through the morning as I’m listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice…
And of the midnight picnic once upon a time
Before the rain began…
And I finish up my coffee
And it’s time to catch the train
“Wolf & I” - Oh Land
I can’t even with this song right now.
My name is Pearl
And I’ll love you
The best way I know how
“Siren Song” - Bat for Lashes
I love this entire song. But those particular lyrics resonate with me…quite…particularly.
I feel a lot, y’all, but let’s get real; I’m not one who is prone to demonstrative displays of emotion. I’m not particularly affectionate. I don’t often talk about how I feel unless prompted (I’m an open person, just not a forward person). And I can be downright difficult to read if you haven’t known me for a while…or just aren’t that good at reading people.
I’m okay with this. I like myself. And lots of people like me despite the fact that it doesn’t always outwardly seem that I reciprocate.
But damn. I’m sometimes surprised that people do feel close to me. I’m a robot. Quite often. I try, but I think that some of the ways a lot of other people express feelings of closeness just don’t work for me. I have my ways…but they don’t always come across.
I say all of this because I’ve been reflecting on my last few weeks in Chicago and my first few days in New York. I have to say, I’m absolutely in awe of how wonderful my Chicagoans made my send off. And I’m equally in awe of the wonderful reception I’ve had here in New York.
I don’t tell my friends that I love them nearly enough. But I really do.
Very much.
The best way I know how.
