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im so tired of "feminist" art revolving around uteruses and shit like regardless of how transphobic it is it's just completely trite and unimaginative
hug a trans dude today. tell him he looks good. tell him you see him and value him. ask him about his gender. ask him about his day. ask him about how he's doing. ask him about his hopes for the future. connect with him. please.
i saw this helpful print out at my local library earlier, i thought this could be of help to someone. even if you personally don't inject, this advice could save a life. I'm here for all addicts and users, we care about you and love you. everyone deserves to be informed about their health regardless of what substances they use
i think you people should be thrown off a building for talking like this
i love when mags describe musicians like this. its so fun
“Morrissey and Marr made a lovely couple. They had immaculate haircuts and impeccable jeans- 501s, possibly tailored, exquisitely faded- Johnny wore the leather jacket you saw in most early Smiths’ promotional photographs, Morrissey a cotton ‘60s number in Steve McQueen cream. Pale and hospital-thin in the flesh, they looked incongruously out-of-step with the times yet intriguingly hip: like they had taken a wrong turn at 1967. Johnny kept his Wayfarers on, while Morrissey went for knowing eye contact. Their personalities were reflected in their choice of drink. Morrissey sipped on a carton of Ribena through a straw, Johnny chugged a large Smirnoff and orange. There was something monkish about Morrissey. Otherworldly, almost. You felt as though he had lived a few lives before this one and, judging by his footwear, he’d done some shopping during one of them. Morrissey has never been good with shoes. Vegetarians seldom are.”
— International Musician Magazine, 1983.
the absolute misery on his face. felt that.
Oh, right, yeah...'course.
she's actually soooo relatable is this. is that bad sign
am i cool yet lol
"it's so fucking over" yeah dude it's 11pm it's the end of the day it's time for you to go to bed. and tomorrow you'll be so fucking back because you'll be awake. go tuck yourself in dude you'll be ok
no tumblr, i will not "blaze it" i'm at high risk for weed-induced psychosis. text-posts are really hard to roll anyway