Remembering life is like looking at a puzzle. Each piece- each scene, event, person, feeling- is whole, but separate from every other piece. I can't understand how they all fit together. Which pieces form the corners, the sky or the logo on the very bottom right. Each instant is purely self-contained. My life is lived, puzzle piece to puzzle piece, not knowing where each goes in the grand scheme of the larger puzzle.
This is mostly a scrapbook of reblogs. All pieces of other peoples puzzles. You can find some of my writing here:
sinking sands
mine
we felt alive
the letter F
confession
Just want to see how many of my followers actually reblog this.
IT’S OKAY
TO BE GAY
I WON’T MIND
IF YOU LIKE YOUR KIND
IT’S OKAY
TO BE GAY
I’D STILL LOVE YOU
AND OTHERS WILL TOO
people are fine by me.
everyone should reblog this
I really love the amount of rainbows in this post.
all these gifs are just o;shego;aeg

(Source: insidemyrainboweyes, via dangerhamster)
Love the GIFs. So much.
THE RAINBOWS ;w;
Lol there’s a picture of Gerard. Gerard is straight.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY