Something About Me Is I Think It’s Better To Speak But I Would Rather Die

Characters I relate to a little too much that could probably tell me something about myself if I actually listened

Regulus Black it never fails to get me

Reki Kyan “two birds on a wire”

Peter Pan “to die would be an awfully big adventure”

Stan Uris there’s just something about him

Todd Anderson I think it’s the tragic endings

Jack Kline “did anyone ever read to him”

Yuri Plisetski I think we forget a lot about his character every time we watch the show

Reiner Braun it’s the confused ten year old stuck inside for me

Kurapika was the revenge worth it or were you already dead before the story even started?

Kozume Kenma I believe in you

Akaashi Keiji I hope you’re happy

Bucky Barnes you didn’t deserve that

Faramir if only he’d loved you sooner

Edward Scissorhands all to explain the origin of snow

Anakin Skywalker ever since I first watched Star Wars when I was six

i think my problem with twitter is that my voice reeks of tumblr post i’m just meant to be here

The Playlist VS the goddamn spotify recommended 😠

bonus points if the introverted one is super idealistic and has strong morals while the bright positive one is actually somewhat crazy and dark underneath 😌

no you dont get it the best dynamic characters can have is one of them being bright with high energy and constant positivity and the other one is an introverted somewhat quiet one who is drawn to the energetic one and they both think rhe world of each other and show it in different ways

hey tony? hey mr stark? I know you’re in a bit of trouble and all but I believe in you. I know you’ll make it home alive. but I have one request. just one. it’s quite small, you see. as you come home could you maybe say goodbye to oppy for us? thank her for her work and resilience? we’d appreciate it a lot, and we know she would too. its quite dark, you see, and she’s scared. we’re scared. its dark and lonely up there, and oppy needs some reassurance that she’s going to be alright. that is all, mr stark. i’ll let you fly home in peace.

I'm scared of therapists for the same reason I never tell the doctor I'm asexual when she asks if I've questioned my sexuality. I've heard too many stories about people who have been told that there is something wrong with them by doctors and people who are supposed to know better and even though I know that there is nothing wrong with me I'm still terrified of being told that there is

I'm so proud of him for coming out

transparents by the lovely @aizawaedits

edit blog ; @gremedits

You're asexual? But...

“but sex is what makes us human!”

  in 1916 a French officer in his twenties writes his

doctoral dissertation under

heavy mortar fire.

he sends it by mail, a page

at a time, to his wife.

a week before he’s to step up to the podium and

defend his work rather than his country

he is killed in action.

even as the bullets rip

through him he still wishes he could have become a professor

in French literature and

the university awards him a posthumous Ph.D.

sex is

  a woman breaks down in tears on the phone because

a week is not enough time to

get over a breakup.

her sister drives an hour across town,

comes up the front steps with

a gallon of ice cream and some beer

and together they eat moose tracks and marathon

every

single

Godzilla movie

ever made.

  sex is

she’s late for work but her car isn’t

starting and even through her coat and hat she’s cold.

she knows she can’t be late again because she’s missed

one time too many already because her

father’s nurse was sick with the flu and someone

needed to help him bathe.

the clock ticks past fifteen after and she hits

the wheel like it’s a heavy bag as though that will help

steps on the gas like the car will go

and wonders how she will pay rent

and how she will feed her father.

sex is

  it takes three people to hold the predator down because

even with the cover over his head

a bleeding eye and shattered wing

he is trying to hurt them.

none of them have seen this bird before in their lives but

they bandage his wing and head and give him a painkiller and

put him in a warm place to sleep and heal because

it is right.

at first he is paralyzed and cannot

fly but soon he is taking steps

and then fluttering, and then soaring, and

six months later he is whole and healed and hunting.

once he is gone they never see him again

which means they’ve done their jobs right.

sex is

  in 1969 a girl watches grey-and-white footage on her parents’ tiny television and

can’t quite believe that what she is seeing is not a movie set but

another planet.

the men on the screen look a little like

aliens with bulbous heads and no faces and fat

marshmallow arms

but they are still men.

her mother puffs on a cigarette behind her and declares that

this is progress

even if it was just a small step.

the girl grows up to be not an astronaut but a secretary

and her boss calls her ‘sweetheart’.

but sex is

  a boy is taught that real men don’t cry so

he doesn’t.

when his best friend dies from a self-inflicted

gunshot wound, he locks himself

in the shower every day and sobs under scalding

water until it runs cold

so nobody will see him grieving

so nobody will see that tears are just love that

has no place left to go.

he learns to dull love rather than suppress its expression and

soon the owner of the liquor store knows him by name.

three DUIs, two evictions, and twelve steps later,

he is feeding people at a homeless shelter,

and telling them it’s all right to cry.

Sex is

  the broken man tells the comedian

that he didn’t mean to step in front of the car but the rain

made it hard to see.

he seems okay but his leg

does not.

the comedian clutches a grubby receipt with the driver’s

plate number scrawled on the back

in pink pen, stands out in the rain so the broken man

can have his umbrella,

and gives him the comedy routine that ruined his career

so the man doesn’t think about the pain in his leg.

once he’s out of the hospital, the fixed man sends him a thank-you card

with kittens on it.

what makes us human

  yawning is contagious,

and there is a species of bird whose young we call “pufflings”.

melodic collections of sound, spaced by silence,

can move us to tears.

the tallest building in the world is

two-thousand seven-hundred and seventeen feet tall.

in less than eighty years we went from our first powered flight

to touching the moon,

and in one-hundred from the first phone call

to instantaneous connection between thinking machines of our own creation.

we make pies out of tree organs

and let cow’s milk ferment until it hardens and then

we put them together, because apple pie with cheddar cheese isdelicious.

what makes us human is

the earliestfossils of anatomically modern humans are

two-hundred thousand years old .

we have had pet dogs

for sixteen-thousand of those years, longer

than corn

or the wheel.

the steps we take are part of

one of the most energy-efficient gaits the

animal kingdom has ever seen.

we invented the concepts of love

and hate

and justice, and mercy

and we invented the language to convey them.

we sharpened rocks, then metal, to convince other people

who don’t hold the same idea of those things as we do

because we think

it’s right.

we are two hundred millennia of love and disappointment and

sorrow and innovation and

mercy and kindness and dreams

and failure

and recovery.

“but sex is what makes us human.”

i miss them so much its unreal

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