1. Mount Rainier National Park, Kevin Russ

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  3. gaymommy:

    a relationship will not cure your issues, no matter how hard young adult books and films try to push that notion on us. if you have depression or bipolar or anxiety or whatever, getting into a relationship isn’t going to cure that or make it go away. person with illness + relationship = ill person in a relationship. please don’t put all of your focus on finding someone to fix you, focus on fixing yourself the right way.

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  4. "

    do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
    how your breath stopped short in your chest
    the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
    the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
    your eyes never left the floor that day.
    you were 13.

    you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
    apologies littering every other sentence,
    words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
    i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
    all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
    for 3 minutes
    for 10 minutes
    for 2 hours
    forever.

    there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
    mostly because they can’t handle their own.

    but you will never be
    and have never been
    “too much.”

    "
    — Tyler Ford (via bl-ossomed)

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  6. stabs:

    kickthedoctor:

    hes-called-the-doctor:

    iwasbornwithmagic:

    fishingboatproceeds:

    neqative:

    my teacher gave me the fault in our stars M&Ms and i’m secretly fangirling. 

    The world is weird.

    Says the man who covered his face in Sharpie.

    and the peanut butter

    did we just sass john green

    Omg 150k yay

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  9. sunfishdunes:

    Dear Damian,

    It’s been a long time since our last encounter. Ten years to be exact.

    I was 26; you were 16. You were proud of who you were; I was an insecure actor. You became an iconic character that people looked up to; I wished I’d had you as a role model when I was younger. I might’ve been easier to be gay growing up.

    You WERE beautiful in every single way and words couldn’t bring you down.

    What you may not know …

    When I was cast in the role of “Damian” in Mean Girls, I was TERRIFIED to play this part. But this was a natural and true representation of a gay teenager — a character we laughed with instead of at. (You can thank Tina Fey and Mark Waters for that. I can only take partial credit.)

    When we first made this movie, I’m not sure any of us knew how loved and quoted this movie would become. You certainly hope when you pour your heart into something, that people will respond — but to paraphrase Gretchen Wieners, “we can’t help it that we’re so popular.”

    So, why the hell did it take me so long to come out of the closet?

    Here’s why:

    When I first became an actor, I wanted to play lots of roles — Guidos, gangsters, and goombahs were my specialty. So, would I be able to play all of those parts after portraying a sensitive, moisturizing, Ashton Kutcher-loving, pink-shirt-wearing kid? I was optimistic. Hollywood? Not so much. I was meeting a “gay glass ceiling” in casting.

    For example:

    One time I wanted to audition for a supporting character in a low-budget indie movie described as a “doughy, blue-collar lug of a guy.” The role was to play the husband of an actress friend of mine who I had been in two movies and an Off-Broadway play with. She and I had even moved to LA together.

    I figured I was perfect for it.

    They said they were looking for a real “man’s man.” The casting director wouldn’t even let me audition. This wasn’t the last time this happened. There were industry people who had seen me play you in Mean Girls but never seen me read in an audition but still denied me to be seen for “masculine” roles.

    However, I did turn down many offers to play flamboyant, feather-boa-slinging stereotypes that always seemed to be laughed at BECAUSE they were gay. How could I go from playing an inspirational, progressive gay youth to the embarrassing, cliched butt-of-a-joke?

    So, there it was. Damian, you had ruined my life and I was really pissed at you. I became celibate for a year and a half. I didn’t go to any gay bars, have any flings and I lied to anyone who asked if I was gay. I even brought a girl to the Mean Girlspremiere and kissed her on the red carpet, making her my unwitting beard.

    It wasn’t until years later that grown men started to coming up to me on the street — some of them in tears — and thanking me for being a role model to them. Telling me I gave them comfort not only being young and gay but also being a big dude. It was then that I realized how much of an impact YOU had made on them.

    Meanwhile, I was still in the closet. Deleting tweets that asked if I was gay, scrubbing IMDB Message Boards for any indication, etc. (It’s important to note that I was actually DISCOVERED singing in a Florida gay bar by casting director, Carmen Cuba, for my first role in Larry Clark’s Bully.)

    I had the perfect opportunity in 2004 to let people know the REAL Daniel Franzese. Now in 2014 — 10 years later — looking back, it took YOU to teach me how to be proud of myself again. It’s okay if no one wants to sit at the table with the “art freaks.” Being a queer artist is one of my favorite things about myself. I have always been different and that’s rad. People have always asked if I was really gay? While my reps usually lied to protect me. My friends and family all knew the truth but now it’s time everyone does. Perhaps this will help someone else. I had to remind myself that my parents named me Daniel because it means “God is my judge.” So, I’m not afraid anymore. Of Hollywood, the closet, or mean girls. Thank you for that, Damian. (And Tina.)

    By the way … in June I am the Celebrity Grand Marshall of the Portland Gay Pride Parade.

    so…

    We go Glen Coco.

    With love and respect,

    Daniel Franzese

    P.S. I hate it when people say I’m “too gay to function.” I know you do, too. Those people are part of the problem. They should refrain from using that phrase. It really is ONLY okay when Janis says it.

    (Source: blogs.indiewire.com, via daughteroflilypotter)

     

  10. "

    My second grade teacher liked to ask us,
    “How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?”
    Ten always meant I’m super, thank you
    and one was always not today, Mrs. MacAuley, not today.
    But I never liked numbers, they would always
    twist and rebel against my mind so I chose
    to speak in colors instead.

    January third - I am the color
    of mint chocolate chip ice cream
    but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
    I am calm.

    February seventh - I am a bruise of
    blues and violets today. I think it would
    be best if I sat by the window.
    These are unhappy colors.

    April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
    I am every color in the rainbow.

    April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.

    May first - I am orange, the color of melting
    creamsicles on a beach in July.

    June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
    that will bring me home to summer. I am free.

    Twelve years later, I still use colors.
    The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
    turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
    leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
    Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
    and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
    harlequin and shamrock.

    But you,
    you leave me a blinding white followed by a soft yellow:
    the color of sunlight after a period of darkness.

    "
    — Kelsey Danielle, “A Diary of Colors” (via pigmenting)

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