« flash•lights »
Angels in flight
« hy•ste•ria »
over here in this city of sleep, we always make sure to leave the house with a pillow and blanket in hand. high up in the stars, the boy, with his dreaming eyes and his eyeliner lies, he says, “Welcome to Chicago.”
over here, everyone covers up the bags under their eyes with guitars, drums and microphones. this is the city of dreamers, the city of sleep.
c.h.i.c.a.g.o x pillowz
« noise »
that is so pUnK Rock.
you're not hardCORE unlesss you LIVE hardCORE!
• fall out boy
• lupe fiasco
• frou frou
• marilyn manson
"trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns.
i sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house in your shoes.
i know it's strange...
it's a strange way of saying that i know i'm supposed to love you."
Gay is noy a synonym for shitty.
Got it memorized?
"you're a regular decorated emergency."
it's close to three in the morning and i hate myself. keep me entertained. send me messages about your wildest dreams, your hopes for the future, music, anything. keep me up. keep talking. we all need someone to rant to every once in a while. sometimes, i get a little crazy and lose myself. then i turn to music, and it keeps me entertained. keep talking. keep talking. i want to know things about everyone. update me on your life. i love listening to people.
"oh, we're still so young and desperate for attention."
« it's saturday, and i'm parked on a bridge, wondering if the radio is playing »
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
••Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it••