Nocturnal-secrets - Queerly Beloved, We Are Gathered Here To Gay...

I think I’m dying; which is great, because I don’t really feel like living, anyway.

-Makenzie Hipple

I just realized that I don’t know how to fucking love myself. It’s the saddest thing I’ve ever said.

Shout out to Good Ghost Bill for writing the best bipolar poems and always fucking up my shit

I wish I had more, more letters, more words, more time, to write all you are.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

my brother fucking sent me this picture and said “remember… who you are…”

Lists

You make lists in your head about what you want in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humor that actually makes you laugh like you mean it. This and that. And it's all bullshit. People aren't lists. And I've always wanted to be the person who made someone realize that. I want to come across someone with a list in their head that is nothing like the person I am, and I want to show them what they didn't even realize they were looking for. People who think they know what they want are fooling themselves. Nobody really knows who or what they want. Not until it's right in front of them.

Well....do you?

#rochesterny isn't always bad...sometimes its insanely beautiful. #sunset #ourspot