LegalizeLove.com: Obama & Gay Couples “Speak with One Voice” On Gay Marriage
SUPPORT. don’t do it just for the damn bumper sticker, do it for LOVE.
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I’m sorry for all the things I’ll never give you.
I’ll never buy you another meatball sub with extra sauce—that was a big one!
I’ll never make you smile.
I just wanted us to be old together;
just two old farts laughing at each other as our bodies fell apart…
…together in the end by that lake in your painting. That was our Heaven, see?
There’s lots of things to miss: books…naps, kisses…and fights!
God we had some good ones…thank you for those.
Thank you for every kindness.
Thank you for our children…for the first time I saw them.
Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with.
For your guts.
For your sweetness.
For how you always looked.
…for how I always wanted to touch you.
You were my life.
I’m sorry for every time I ever failed you….especially this one.
Christian Nielsen, when he decided to stay in Hell with his wife.
(What Dreams May Come)
P.S. asdfasdfasdfasdf
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fortunate oblivion: dear ybabefac,
dear ybabefac,
i’ve returned from a journey that i should have came back from, long overdue. and i have come with memories and many gifts that i will cherish and along my voyage back, i lost something very precious. i love it dearly, it is beautiful, gracious, glowing with passion and as lovely as could be that it hurts my eyes but if it hurts this good i can’t look away. i lost it in a battle along the pyramids of giza, where it was hot and a vast land of nothingness. i continued to travel, ignorant of what i left behind. and once i was home, i was empty. so i rode back in every way i could, to find it, yet i only found a piece. i couldn’t have the whole thing but i will wait to find the rest of it. i can’t wait to place together each limb again so i can remember the curves that bend with the shadows when i hold it up to the light, admiring the beauteous object. i can’t wait to see the brownness of the eyes that stare back at me, and although an object, a soul lingers within and i get intimidated, and shy. you will always be my most treasured possession. and i apologize for losing you in the sand, and breaking you, but i am crawling in the grains to find every bit of you, to place it back together, so i know exactly what i have, and who you are. i will remember what it is to appreciate something so small, and so gentle. i will love you and keep you for the rest of my life, keep you on a pedestal, because eternally, you belong to me, prized possession, and i belong to you.
Moca: I forgot to tell you saaaaank you fo da baag :) I used it for the first time yesterday
Tin: Youre welcome, tell kuya ron thank you. He got you the shirt
Tin: I love you
(Me thinking: ~_o que? weird..)
Tin: Ah shit that was to stephen!
Moca: hahaha I was like uhhhh…. well it dunn matter, I love you lil sis
Tin: Aww :)
Moca: No homo
Tin: Lol!
:) I think that would be the first time I texted my litttle sister that I love her ever in my life..



