1. Whatever happens next, though, please keep on telling the truth and sticking your necks out. Good things come to those who are brave enough to show the world exactly who they are, without shame. And look, soon enough, you can be sure that someone will give this owning-of-your-flaws an embarrassing name, in the hopes that we’ll all get shamed back into the closet and go back to believing that every misstep and mistake should be airbrushed out or masked behind a smile and a high five.

    Let’s not let them shame us, though, ok? Let’s keep on fumbling along, imperfectly, with pride, with grace, with humility, with an open heart. Let’s be messy and courageous, you and me and all of us. Let’s not be afraid to ask for exactly what we want, and to celebrate exactly who we are, and to eat lots of aged cheeses if possible. But most of all, let’s stick together and celebrate our messiness, and our courage.

  2. I’m not interested in anybody’s guilt. Guilt is a luxury that we can no longer afford. I know you didn’t do it, and I didn’t do it either, but I am responsible for it because I am a man and a citizen of this country and you are responsible for it, too, for the very same reason.
    james baldwin (via brookehatfield)
    Reblogged from: brookehatfield
  3. She did not flinch. “My past,” she told the room, “is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on.”

    Michele Roberts, Misandrist Hero

    Officially obsessed. And stealing this.

  4. My latest tattoo. On my rib.

    My latest tattoo. On my rib.

  5. Reblogged from: crimesagainsthughsmanatees
  6. hey girl, read me

    hey girl, read me

  7. I don’t speak well (tweet well? lord) about death or grief or intense sadness. No one does it exceptionally well that I’ve seen. It’s never going to be enough to those directly affected and it’s always way too self-centered for those on the periphery. Including now. But I am upset, of course. Mainly for the ones I’ve / you’ve / we’ve lost to suicide. My close friends, my relatives. Yours, too. But also I’m saddest for those I fear for. For those I’ve worried about. For the ones I want to hold onto forever but know they may not make it no matter what I do. Who see this man who had so much and still made this choice. My heart is aching and worrying and so very fearful. It’s not like this will be a tipping point but who can predict what that could be / might be. I am here. I am not afraid of whatever is rocking you. I will be your free and endless hotline until you figure out the / a real one, a better one. I’m so afraid you don’t know that.

  8. Brothers are the best. This human is mine.

    (This isn’t a video, I don’t know why it thinks that.)

  9. the lord has blessed us with garth, and i’m counting the days till brooke arrives in chicago and we go to the altar to worship.

    the lord has blessed us with garth, and i’m counting the days till brooke arrives in chicago and we go to the altar to worship.

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