theleftcorner:

madgastronomer:

maymay:

While walking in the Mission yesterday, I came across this poster inside Good Vibes, with links added for your convenience:

ANTI-GAY COMPANIES TO BOYCOTT(Let’s show them that hate doesn’t pay)
Salvation Army (“practicing homosexuals” are not welcome to work here. Nuff said, don’t support them.) Instead, give your junk to Community Thrift on Valencia & 17th so that you can pick which org. you want the money to go to.
Gold’s Gym! (owner and CEO gave millions to American Crossroads, a political organization run by Karl Rove that funds many anti-gay politicians) 
Domino’s Pizza (founder Tom Monaghan is a co-founder of the Thomas More Law Center, which advocates in court to restrict access to domestic partner benefits. He also financed a ballot proposal to remove sexual orientation from the non-discrimination ordinance in MI.)
Cracker Barrel Restaurants (fired 17 people for being “inconsistent with…normal heterosexual values”)
A1 Self-Storage (owner Terry Caster is the 2nd largest individual contributor to the infamous Prop 8 campaign)
Cinemark/Century Theaters (CEO gave $10,000 to prop 8)

I was really glad to see The Salvation Army listed first. They’ve long been getting lots of heat for being anti-gay, but The Salvation Army is a sinister organization for many more reasons than that—and I speak from personal experience.
See also:
PinkPanthers: Boycott these anti-gay companies
San Francisco Chronicle’s Proposition 8 Contributors Database and LA Times: Tracking the money: Final Numbers (for Prop 8)
Cinemark/Century Theaters CEO Anti-gay Donor
Gay Homophobe, by Jonathan Mann
Gay marriage proponent who urged halt to Prop. 8 enforcement dies
Same-Sex Marriage Foes Seek Reversal of Ruling by Gay Judge

Chik-fil-a needs to be on this list.

Everyone, you know what to do.

theleftcorner:

madgastronomer:

maymay:

While walking in the Mission yesterday, I came across this poster inside Good Vibes, with links added for your convenience:

ANTI-GAY COMPANIES TO BOYCOTT
(Let’s show them that hate doesn’t pay)

I was really glad to see The Salvation Army listed first. They’ve long been getting lots of heat for being anti-gay, but The Salvation Army is a sinister organization for many more reasons than that—and I speak from personal experience.

See also:

Chik-fil-a needs to be on this list.

Everyone, you know what to do.

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merlinswhore:

easy as pie

merlinswhore:

easy as pie

(Source: gabriellafebles, via justalittlepixie)

Enclosed spaces…

Disruptution and god-awful decisions. Don’t you dare. I over analyze. I didn’t mean for you to take offence. You read into it too much. I was just looking out for you. I know. Don’t touch me. Please… No sound can be absorbed when this element is present. I tried. I tried. I did.

Enclosed spaces…

Disruptution and god-awful decisions. Don’t you dare. I over analyze. I didn’t mean for you to take offence. You read into it too much. I was just looking out for you. I know. Don’t touch me. Please… No sound can be absorbed when this element is present. I tried. I tried. I did.

What can I do to make you understand?

becausetheresalimittoyourlove-d asked: you don't half listen to some random shit :')

What??

Don’t fuck with me.

DONTFUCKWITHME.

I think its time for a shisha and a natter.

I think its time for a shisha and a natter.

Come back.

I know you are mine to keep…

You are a radar detector.

Pictures I took a while ago of my sister Katherine, who is currently in the U.S.
Yeah, it’s hard to belive we are actually related.

Pictures I took a while ago of my sister Katherine, who is currently in the U.S.

Yeah, it’s hard to belive we are actually related.

At Bestival 2011, at which point in time I had my drink spite by a really tall black lady… I then found myself playing the piano.
Good times all

At Bestival 2011, at which point in time I had my drink spite by a really tall black lady… I then found myself playing the piano.

Good times all

Im drunk.

And this feels about right.

Nawrrrrrr…
Although, this morning I did wake to find that my dog had just eaten a load of coco powder and then sneezed it all in my face… Mmm, yeah, nothing like chocolate flavoured dog snot all over your face. I would give anything to live in a room without dog snot everywhere.

Nawrrrrrr…

Although, this morning I did wake to find that my dog had just eaten a load of coco powder and then sneezed it all in my face… Mmm, yeah, nothing like chocolate flavoured dog snot all over your face. I would give anything to live in a room without dog snot everywhere.

(via sweethomestyle)

I hate indie kids. So here is a homage to their shitty slogans and whiny bitching scribbled all over my tumblr.

I hate indie kids. So here is a homage to their shitty slogans and whiny bitching scribbled all over my tumblr.

“Do you remember when we first made love?”

I think about asking you that question all the time… I was shaking so much. I ached to touch you, but I knew that when I did, I would never be able to you let go.

Everything in your room was washed in sepia orange streetlight, pouring in from the single window. Etching quiet lines and silhouettes on our bodies. In my mind, there is no sound. Just the simple outlines, haltered gasps, and two rapid heartbeats in the dark. You looked beautiful lying there. I met your gaze, I wanted to be a part of you. Naked together, struggling against the sheets, twisting and tangled. Intertwined together. You held my hands so tight. I was desperate to please you, to explore and understand you in the only way I really know how.

You held me in your arms afterwards, and there we lay. As if we were to sleep for a thousand years. Two organic, lucid souls, born of the cosmos that had fallen hard into the gutter and had found each other through the cold and filth. I took shelter in your arms that night. Exhausted, safe.

I woke up at 3:23 AM. I had to be sure that I wasn’t living still in a dream world, off my ever loving tits on Mitsubishi’s, shaking in a corner. Dreaming up purities to keep me from dying. But you were real. You were golden. Radiant. I pulled my fingers through your hair, watching your chest rise and fall gently… And as I watched, I cried. Being of a simple nature, and a supposed artist, I had often read about famous art critics and people whom have said to been overcome by such ecstasy, such strong attachment and almost impossible beauty flourished from a painting, that they faint or cry.

All my life, I have been serching for that one overwhelming, sublime peice, and I did that night. It was you.

It will always be you.