Some photos of what my side of the room looks like when it is clean. This was the autumn equinox and right after I had harvested a bunch of stuff from my yard and neighborhood.
OH. MY. GODDDDDDDDDD
My professor on losing your identity as a kid (via lasfloresdemayo)
THIS is EVERYTHING THOUGH
im so angry
!!!!! Or to a black child “why is your hair like that?”
For those who don’t know, this is exactly how I wound up not speaking my language anymore. And exactly how I lost my accent.
The kids at school made fun of me until they convinced me that because I was in America, I needed to speak like an American.
It’s September 1st here now so here’s a picture of the new British covers in the Platform 9 3/4 shop at Kings Cross to start off my #hpfall participation!
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who always wanted to love another little boy. One day, he finally found that love, and it was wonderful. I’m supposed to use gloves, I’m supposed to do this, I’m supposed to do that, I’m supposed to not kiss him. I’m not supposed to be only 45 years old and taking care of a 35 year-old young man who’s a hundred years old and dying. Em calls it a see-saw - he’s fine, he gets sick, he gets better, he gets sicker. He’s afraid I’ll leave him. I told him I wouldn’t leave him. That I never, for one second, would think of leaving him. But he doesn’t believe me. It’s hard to believe in much these days. But we must never stop believing in each other. I’m a mess. It’s what I am. You cry and you cry until you think you can’t cry anymore. And then you cry some more. Not only for yourself and Felix, but for all the little boys who finally found other little boys they’ve wanted all their lives now that we’re men.