January 30, 2011 • 468 notes • pinkflyingelephants
I ALWAYS think this whenever we’re analyzing literature. Seriously, how do you know that “red” was a metaphor for communism? Maybe he just liked the freaking color red! (statement not aimed at Shakespeare. Obviously.)

I ALWAYS think this whenever we’re analyzing literature. Seriously, how do you know that “red” was a metaphor for communism? Maybe he just liked the freaking color red! (statement not aimed at Shakespeare. Obviously.)

November 23, 2010 • 656 notes • missashleymarie
missashleymarie: meet my many boyfriends ! x]

missashleymarie:

meet my many boyfriends ! x]

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October 25, 2010 • 10 notes • dearmeat

Dear Meat: Dear Uncle Dave,

dearmeat:

I know you’re unable to get this letter because you’re on life support at the hospital.
I know the odds are against you since the moment you beat your lung cancer, and I know you’ve been battling it for almost two years.
I know the doctors say that now it’s in your brain, and your whole body
and…

My “favorite” uncle isn’t this bad, but still on the same track. Praying for a miracle, even though I don’t pray and would not consider myself religious. Sometimes you just have to believe in something to pull yourself through hard times.

October 19, 2010
It’s hard to remind myself of this sometimes.

It’s hard to remind myself of this sometimes.

October 6, 2010 • 358 notes • iwantmypinkshirtbackkk
Reminds me of my grandmother’s funeral. Sounds morbid when you don’t know the story. But that’s for another time. And place. And intertwined with the short stories of my cousin dancing to “Mambo #5,” a trip to Starbucks, and the awkwardness that are the black sheep of the family. I don’t want another ride on the party bus. Please God, wait until after Christmas.

Reminds me of my grandmother’s funeral. Sounds morbid when you don’t know the story. But that’s for another time. And place. And intertwined with the short stories of my cousin dancing to “Mambo #5,” a trip to Starbucks, and the awkwardness that are the black sheep of the family.

I don’t want another ride on the party bus. Please God, wait until after Christmas.

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October 3, 2010 • 11,244 notes • johnwaters
chunkofchange: An eighth grader in the Houston area, Asher Brown, has committed suicide after being relentlessly bullied at school for being gay. A US college student committed suicide the day after authorities say two fellow students surreptitiously recorded him having sex with a man in his dorm room and broadcast it over the internet. Tyler Clementi of New Jersey jumped off the George Washington Bridge, a lawyer for his family said. His body hasn’t been recovered. Seth Walsh, a student at Jacobsen Middle School in Tehachapi, Calif., was found unconscious and not breathing on Sept. 19 after he apparently tried to hang himself from a tree in his backyard, according to a police report obtained by The Bakersfield Californian. Friends said that Seth had been picked on for years because he was gay. He later passed away. This has to stop.

chunkofchange:

An eighth grader in the Houston area, Asher Brown, has committed suicide after being relentlessly bullied at school for being gay.

A US college student committed suicide the day after authorities say two fellow students surreptitiously recorded him having sex with a man in his dorm room and broadcast it over the internet. Tyler Clementi of New Jersey jumped off the George Washington Bridge, a lawyer for his family said. His body hasn’t been recovered.

Seth Walsh, a student at Jacobsen Middle School in Tehachapi, Calif., was found unconscious and not breathing on Sept. 19 after he apparently tried to hang himself from a tree in his backyard, according to a police report obtained by The Bakersfield Californian. Friends said that Seth had been picked on for years because he was gay. He later passed away.

This has to stop.

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October 3, 2010 • 296 notes • dearmeat

October POP (Post Office Project)

dearmeat:

Welcome to the first ever POP!  I won’t be posting any more letters today, in order to dedicate time to ensuring this is all well-organized and understood.  The following is taken directly from the Post Office page (linked above, you should also click that link if you’re not sure what this project is, before reading further):

This month, 

Dear Meat will be sending letters to Matthew!  Fantastic name, wouldn’t you say? Of course, I might be a little biased because we share the same first name…But I digress!

Michael, a friend of Matthew, wrote to Dear Meat asking for help.  Here are some of the things Michael had to say.

“A friend of mine could really use letters of encouragement right now. He is gay and refuses to come out to most friends and his family because of his fear of how they will react etc. He is constantly upset and lonely and could just really use some letters to show that even random strangers love him, and that society isn’t hopeless after all. These letters, even only a few, would make is week so much brighter.”

“He is picked on because he is gay and struggles with friendships. He is lonely a lot and just has a hard life. Both of his parents are Catholic, which explains the coming out of the closet problem.”

Clearly Matthew is going through some tough times!  But no struggle should be taken alone, and it sounds like letters are just what he needs to help him get by.  Encourage him, and support him however you can through writing.  Share stories, jokes, and insight!  I’m sure both Michael and Matthew would greatly appreciate the support a few good letters can give.

How sending letters will work:

We won’t be doing email for this, you’ll have to mail those letters to me!  The adddress is the same as the address to the left of the Dear Meat webpage

Dear Meat
12394 Charles St.
La Plata MD, 20646

To keep things easier for me to organize (and so that I know your letter is going specifically to Matthew), please write “Matthew” on the back of the envelope, preferrably on the flap of the envelope.

I’ll be accepting letters for this month’s recipient until October 31st, 2010.  Any letters I get after that date will be scanned and placed onto the main page of Dear Meat.

If you have any questions, thoughts, or concerns, feel free to email me at dearmeatblog@gmail.com—I’ll be happy to answer/discuss any of them.  

Be sure to include friends and family with this process!  The more involved, the better!

Thank you for your time and patience,

Matt


P.S.  If you have a tumblr account, reblogging this would be awesome!  Thanks again! 

I think this is a brilliant idea! Definitely perfect for the past few events involving insensitive people.

I’m going to do it, are you?

October 3, 2010
I’ve gotta find me some purple…

I’ve gotta find me some purple…

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September 27, 2010

Day 9: Someone You Wish You Could Meet

I want to know why you gave up my mother when she was born. From what I can tell, you were married. What could have occurred at the time for you to decide to give her up for adoption? It hasn’t made sense in my head because it doesn’t seem like a lot of married couples gave up their children in 1950. I’d like to meet you. I don’t really have any memories of her adopted parents. I just want to meet you once. Or see a picture. Do I look like you? Does my mother? Are there any health conditions that run in the family? Where did you come from? I feel like I’m missing a whole half to my life.

Would you have been the type of grandparents to read to their grandchildren? Bake them cookies and dote upon them like in a touchy feely movie? Do I have more aunts and uncles? Why keep them? What about your parents?

Do you ever think of me? Do you even think of the possibility of me?

I want your life stories. And I want to know how I fit into them. And how I could have if you made different decisions 60 years ago.

I wouldn’t exist if I knew you, so I guess I am only left wishing.

September 26, 2010 • 16,758 notes • bookshelves
Tell that to my mother…

Tell that to my mother…

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September 25, 2010

Day 8: Your Favorite Internet Friend

We haven’t talked in so long. And I knew this letter would be coming up soon. I’ve tried a few time last week. I’ll make it a mission.

I will find you!

September 24, 2010

Day 7: Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush

You’re married now. I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if we didn’t end things like we did, if I had kissed you in the car wash, agreed to prom when you asked, or whatever else could have happened. You were the first boy, and still only, who said “I love you” to me. I think I might have loved you too.

I know it wouldn’t have worked out. I’m way too liberal for you. You like Glenn Beck. You went bad at one point. She’s nothing like me. I might have said yes though. Which is scary, because I like me now. You could have changed me. Changed me into something I dislike, the type of people I criticize.

You were, and still are attractive to me. Looking like Michael Buble wouldn’t have made a difference. We aren’t compatible. We would have realized it eventually. You were right in saying you didn’t see yourself marrying me.

But I hope you miss me and regret letting me go. I’m selfish like that.

September 23, 2010

Day 6: A Stranger

You died today.

Yes, you’re not what one would call a stranger, but we didn’t know each other well enough to call our relationship “friends.”

When someone dies, all the interactions I’ve had with them whip by in front of me. Just like those before you, I will remember your voice, little quirks and snippets of insignificant memories.

But regardless, I am thinking of you and hope you are at peace.