The year of the Wise Fool

Ahhhhh! Got my tickets to see The Wanted at the Beacon Theatre

I’m soooo happy! Ahhhhhhhhhh! It’s going to be the first time I see them perform live too. Yayayayayayayay!!!!!!

Sorry for all the extra letters and vowels but I really am happy happy about this :-D

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

(Source: b-random, via dreaminginspanish)

breakyourpromise:

You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?

That’s my favorite part of reading. 

Especially when the main character does something embarrassing and you cringe and feel embarrassed for them.

I love reading. I need to clean the dust off of my unread books…

(Source: tommyshawsboots)

That awkward moment when you say something really deep:

sodamnrelatable:

First Reaction: Wow, how the fuck did I think about it?

Second Reaction: I’M A POET!!!!

via sodamnrelatable

(Source: quotesaboutlifeandmore)