“White boy… don’t go..”
I’m sorry, but I have to go *busts a move*

Ooh girl go head keep praising on my shit go head and praise the lord that peace be upon my shit go on girl get it

Spending this Memorial Day contemplating the brave soldiers who got beheaded in ISIS videos. Watching their sacrifice on an older kid’s phone in my middle school gym class helped me become the strong desensitized man I am today. Bless the #USA

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I took the road less traveled. And then I took the road more traveled. You know, the one to your mom’s house.

There’s a reality, a real world, somewhere tucked between the folds of time. In our most sober moments we may gleam shadows cast by pure light glinting through the shutters of our confinement. Of our.. “reality”. It’s not gay when men kiss, in that eidolon. Eden. It’s not even a little gay there.

9/10 of being a therapist is just looking down at a notebook, occasionally scribbling and nodding. Something I was doing every day in middle school, give or take a few swastikas.