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“Don’t let people treat you like a cigarette, they only use you when they’re bored and step on you when they’re done. Be like drugs, let them die for you.”

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139/365 on Flickr.

139/365 on Flickr.



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138/365 on Flickr.





137/365 on Flickr.

137/365 on Flickr.

#fog 


136/365 on Flickr.

136/365 on Flickr.



135/365 on Flickr.

135/365 on Flickr.



#gpoy  #boy  #man  #guy  #me 


ellendegeneres:

If only Bradley’s arm was longer. Best photo ever.

ellendegeneres:

If only Bradley’s arm was longer. Best photo ever.

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134/365 on Flickr.

134/365 on Flickr.



My one year selfie video. February 1, 2013 to January 31, 2014



133/365 on Flickr.

133/365 on Flickr.

#eyes  #pinoy  #art 


“I still catch myself feeling blue about things that don’t matter anymore.”

 —Kurt Vonnegut  (via sunst0ne)

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bluemantle:

Recently my grandmother found out I’m queer. Her response was to tell me that she disapproves of me living with my “friend” (i.e. my girlfriend) and that I should give up my vile queer ways and become a Christian (Lol). She even sent me a bible.  Here are its remains, which I made into black-out poetry.

Poem 1: Bisexual (from Leviticus 19:9)— “Have sexual relations with her.  Have sexual relations with him.  Have sexual relations with both a woman and a man.  Have sexual relations with yourself. Vomit on everyone who does not respect you.”

Poem 2: Fisting (from Judges 8:5)— “water/ lap the water/ drink/go down to drink/your hands/go down/I give into your hands/go down/encouraged/down/on the seashore/the whole hand/your hand/inside/I get to the edge/and shout/grasping/crying out/Beth/Beth/Beth/Beth/Beth/God/I came”

Poem 3: A Letter to the Exiles (from Jeremiah 28:13) — “Ze said: ‘Do not let lies name you, nor harm your heart. Gather. Raise the sword against them. They scorn and reproach, for they have not listened— again and again have not listened.’ “

Poem 4: Child (from Ezekiel 16:22) — “Your father and your mother rubbed salt in. No one looked on you with pity or had compassion enough for you, for on the day you were born you were despised. Live! Grow.  I looked at you and saw you were enough.”

Poem 5: Father (from Ezekiel 16:22) — “You never adored us. You became very angry. You took some out on us. Your sons and daughters were not enough? You slaughtered— in all your detestable practices— our youth.”

Poem 6: Misandry (from Acts 27:41) — “Dangerous men should be broken.”

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