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First Friday

Tonight I saw two gay boys bravely holding hands while walking down the street for First Friday.

Why bravely?

Because this is Hawaii, where even the talk of civil unions is extremely controversial and brings out talk of castration and sin. Because this is America, where people speak, half-jokingly but not really joking at all, of committing violence against their unborn children, should those children be born gay. Because this is Earth with its myriad of cultures that condemn those who even consider homosexuality a lifestyle to death.

They shouldn’t have to be brave. But they are.

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I love her vulnerability and her selfishness, her beauty and her sadness. I love her stubbornness, I love her body, I love the way she doesn’t love people.
Mian Mian, Candy

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Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (via 36974)

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here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

“i carry your heart with me” —e.e. cummings

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The Golden Wedding

I love weddings. But tonight, part of me hates the beautiful blonde bride. Part of me hates her beautiful golden-haired nieces who run around with smiles and laughter and say with innocent bigotry, “Ew, I’m not dancing with a girl!”

I don’t mean to hate them. They’re young, it’s not their fault. Their sweet naïvety should outweigh their implications. And perhaps, tomorrow it will.

But tonight, it hurts.

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That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via finio)

(via finio)