bmoburns:

preteenager:

HOW DOES POPCORN EVEN DO THAT THING

HERE I SHOW YOU THE THING

IT’S A TRANSFORMER

(via run-it-is-a-femslash-monster)

notestomyfuturegirlfriend:

You have a welcome habit of making candid appearances in my thoughts regularly. I think about you during the most unexpected of times. I think about you when I look up at the darkening sky, watching the blue grow deeper into a black that will be dotted with stars. I think about you when I see…

Lots of new followers! Just wanted to tell y’all to follow my personal at darkchocolatecoveredpomegranates! Thank you lovelies!

notestomyfuturegirlfriend:

Do you mind if I wrap my arms around your waist at night and bring you closer to me? Do you mind if I sing in your ear until you fall asleep? Do you mind cuddling under a blanket, making up stories about princesses and fairy tales? Do you mind me cooking your favorite foods every night and…

makorralicious:

surejohn221b:

galehawthorne:

isn’t your first birthday technically your second

i am going to be up all night thinking about this

Why must I find things like this late at night

(via imamexicanvampire)

(Source: dailydoseofstuf, via pitchblackglow)

projectqueer:

submission from elijahfromthesource:

Attention all LGBTQ+ writers: submissions are now being accepted for an upcoming anthology of poems, short stories, and essays written about the queer/trans experience. The anthology will be published in e-book form and will be an exhaustive collection…

When I wake up I am in a desert. The land is barren, rolling with embers of sand coating the earth, seeping into its lungs and engulfing its soul with dust and despair. The sun is fire, beating the land from above as it sweeps over the empty landscape in a stagnant dance that leaves prints of heat embedded in the sand. I see no life, just scraggly wanderers rolling as tumbleweeds in the emptiness that marks the landscape. The sky is ubiquitous, shifting to all colors in silent waves as the clouds shimmer into visibility. The heat pricks my skin as needles injecting life into my veins, an ironic smirk in the land of the dead. I look up into the eyes of the glaring sun, using my beaten fingers to shield my gaze from the ever present blinding light that covers my vision. My irises soak in the simplicity, the intricate solitude of the desert, feeling like Ishmael lost at sea. For I am a wanderer you see, congruent to the tumbleweeds dancing past me in a tortuous dance that is doomed to loop forever across the dry ocean. My path is hidden, enshrouded in the blanket of swelter that weighs down from the sky in turmoil. There is no beaten road for me to travel, no guide to lead me along the way. No hints are splayed blatantly in the sand, no clues cloaked in parched fragments. The loneliness is evident in every breath of the air, the wind still and unmoving. The absence of life is unsettling to say the least, the silence deafening my ears as the pounding of my chest remains quiet. I close my eyes, the isolation seeping into my bones. I am lost. My direction has faltered. The burden of the sky has fallen upon my weathered shoulders and my eyes have turned gold, the colors of each experience gilding my soul with a rich lining. I have stilled to a stop. My feet are lead weights, refusing to move across the wide expanse towards a destination that only exists in dreams. I am content but frustrated with the lack of progress. My heart is warm and comfortable but my brain itches with irritation, wanting to stretch and travel to places unknown. The burning curiosity is blistering my skin, screeching its plea to continue and discover the fated road my feet burn to touch. The turmoil inside of me reflects itself on the clouds, swirls of black mixing in with feather white as they dance an intricate spin among the glint of stars materializing behind them. I am uncertain. Should I continue or sink to my knees in the burning sand? Should I forge ahead or allow the dust to construct a grave of my shattered dreams, hanging on the broken stems of sunflower seeds? Give up? Or advance the search for the concrete illusion of water that my lungs desire to parch my burning throat? The crystal luminescence of the sparkling water swirls as pixels manifest into pictures in my mind, the mere thought drying the skin of my throat to an extreme desire. So close…. My eyes snap open in boldness, the confidence pulsing through my skin. With difficulty, my limbs lift the weighted toes that sink into the quickening sand and manage to place it in front of the other. I repeat the action with left limbs, struggling but managing to place another step. I continue to sluggishly move until my muscles realize that my decision has indeed been made. I may not know where I’m going, I may not know where I am, but I will forge a destination with the padded soles of my toes. As I walk, a road paves itself behind me, marking my struggles, my troubles, my turmoil of emotions. The desert behind me transforms into looming landscapes, some shrouded in darkness while others flourish into oases. I create the scenery with each step I take, my footprints embedded in each spectacle. I am the lone wanderer, travelling across the burning desert, but with each step, I come closer to my magnum opus. 

darkchocolatecoveredpomegranates:

I can’t stop thinking about your eyes. They flit between different colors: ocean blue, sparkling green, coffee brown. I can’t stop thinking about your smile: a crooked grin, a hand curled in front of your lips, a laugh erupting out of your chest. I can’t stop thinking about your hands: soft and…

darkchocolatecoveredpomegranates:

…. I would say hello.

I would ask you why you’re sad, why your face has fallen to a frown that crinkles your brow.

I would tell you to smile and see that the future is hopeful and full of promises.

I would tell you that love knows all flaws but takes them and accepts them along with the rest…