how can you be mad, we've just got started
Taylor. 24.
Queer. Grey-Ace/Demisexual. Non-Binary (if you want to know about pronouns, just ask!)
Angry feminist.
Constantly overwhelmed & confused human being.
Struggling shipper.
Three words: Dianna. Fucking. Agron.
If you're not an animal I'm probably uncomfortable talking to you.

Anonymous:
what are some dating tips you would give to young girls?

blackgirlsrpretty2:

  • never let them know where you live
  • drive yourself or have back up transportation in case things go haywire
  • make sure you have your own money
  • don’t send them nudes
  • don’t assume your dates mean you’re in a relationship
  • don’t assume having sex with them will mean you’re in a relationship
  • keep an open mind
  • don’t ignore warning signs

dopernose:

*Fox News voice* Was slavery really about race???

aidn:

  • more asexual representation
  • less Sad Lesbians and more Happy Lesbians
  • more trans representation
  • non-binary representation beyond genderless robots in sci-fi films
  • BETTER AND MORE QUEER REPRESENTATION
officialunitedstates:

"Look out at this sand.  If you shield your eyes from the horizon, your sense of perception is completely destroyed.  Is this sand ten feet away or miles away?" she asked me, still staring out into the dunes.
"I don’t know… I can’t tell."
"That’s right.  For all you know, it could be infinite.  With each step you take, each passing second of travel, you have no way to knowing how far you have gone, or how far you have to go."
I looked over to her.  She was still staring at the sea of sand, mesmerized with the complexity of something so simple.  I suppose I was too.
"Date a girl who reads books," she said, briefly taking her eyes off the sand to glance at me. 
"What’s that?" I asked, not quite understanding her.
"Date a girl who reads books.  For her, the world of books is as infinite as this sand." 
She picked some up and let it sift through her fingers.  I watched as the grains slid quietly off of her hand and back into their pasture. 
"Hey, do we have any water left?" I motioned at the backpack, a bit parched from the summer heat.
"No we’re all out," she said calmly, "The sand is our water.  Let us drink from it together."
"What the hell," I said.

officialunitedstates:

"Look out at this sand.  If you shield your eyes from the horizon, your sense of perception is completely destroyed.  Is this sand ten feet away or miles away?" she asked me, still staring out into the dunes.

"I don’t know… I can’t tell."

"That’s right.  For all you know, it could be infinite.  With each step you take, each passing second of travel, you have no way to knowing how far you have gone, or how far you have to go."

I looked over to her.  She was still staring at the sea of sand, mesmerized with the complexity of something so simple.  I suppose I was too.

"Date a girl who reads books," she said, briefly taking her eyes off the sand to glance at me. 

"What’s that?" I asked, not quite understanding her.

"Date a girl who reads books.  For her, the world of books is as infinite as this sand." 

She picked some up and let it sift through her fingers.  I watched as the grains slid quietly off of her hand and back into their pasture. 

"Hey, do we have any water left?" I motioned at the backpack, a bit parched from the summer heat.

"No we’re all out," she said calmly, "The sand is our water.  Let us drink from it together."

"What the hell," I said.

 
nothing can turn the sun back around