this fucked me up then and now
Unknown models by Franco Rubartelli for Glamour Magazine, June 1966.
The first character I first fell in love with
The character I never expected to love as much as I do now
The character everyone else loves that I don’t
The character I love that everyone else hates
The character I used to love but don’t any longer
The character I would totally smooch
The character I’d want to be like
The character I’d slap
A pairing that I love
A pairing that I despise
Stop putting gay people on a pedestal.
Seriously it’s annoying.
what does this even mean
Lol this person is going to be tumblr famous as a hater for having an opinion. Honestly, you should be more specific because, while I understand it can be annoying to see people being treated like they can do no wrong and are perfect, it’s not the same in the real world. And mostly the ones that hold homosexuals in high regards, aren’t straight. I myself can find it annoying when people are hypocrites insulting straight people while they want equal rights. It is bullshit but, also, it is not any worse than how straight people alienate and stereotype gay people. Maybe if we were not treated like shit in our lives for who we love or how we live we would not be so guarded and protective of our own kind. And if you ever went to a gay bar you would see it is basically a publicity stunt anyway. We fight and hate amongst ourselves it is pathetic. So no, it really isn’t what you think it is. You’re entitled to your own opinion of course but, do some research first. And if you don’t want anyone’s opinion it’s better off leaving things unsaid.
Is this real lyfe?
I feel like all my creativity has been sucked out of me. For some reason trying to make something original even from a base inspiration is exhausting. My brain feels tired and groggy. I wonder if my soul even accepts me anymore. Does it feel abandoned now that I’ve given up on any artistic dream that was inside my childhood aspirations? The world feels so bland. I can’t focus on anything. It’s as if I’m a recovering addict in need of a fix. A fix of color. A world imagined by a single string of imagination. A needle full of enlightenment. Please come to me soon. My thoughts are growing darker.