Eye Posting - Tumblr Posts
oooo this would be fun- kit isn't here(kits the one who runs this blog and mostly controls our Tumblr acc) but I'll try and get them to do this!
@grayscale0901 @girlboyricksanchez yall in?
please can we do inbox trick-or-treating this year. can we make that a thing on tumblr. please please please please please
THING I LEARNED RECENTLY THAT YOU MIGHT WANT TO KNOW: Eye contact doesn't necessarily mean direct eye contact apparently. Just look at their faces, you don't need direct eye contact. Nobody told me this and I had to find out after an embarrassingly long time. Please tell me it wasn't just me who didn't know this
it makes you wonder what other secrets the extroverts are keeping from us
Top left clockwise: Keith groover, Jordan Simons, Bret Crow, Harry Hansen

Said it a year ago and I’ll say it again.
Pirate all your favorite shows, movies and games while you still have the chance.
Oh, and never stop supporting physical media.
I can't explain how much I love baguette child. I would protect them with my life.
omfg im laughing so hard i fell asleep on my keyboard last night and i just found this

Gays will see the word frog and instantly reblog huh
you are 16. you are talking with a gay man in his 50s or 60s, a friend, huge and gentle with a scarf and short fluffy curls of gray hair, who has directed you in two plays staged in your mid-size artsy town. (he has not yet asked you to be in his production of The Laramie Project which will change your life. this conversation will also change your life.)
he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, "of course, it was AIDS then." in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and "straight," you ask him. what was it like.
he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person's face. "there was a time," he says, "i'm not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend." he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn't make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.