A Return to the Sea

My name is Antonio. I am a child of the great expanse.

"One's reach should exceed one's grasp else what is a heaven for?"
iamindifferenttolamp:

So I tried singing Those You’ve Known once and suddenly found myself singing the right tune, but the lyrics to On My Own.  I decided to see how close the two songs really are.  Answer:  Very.


I can’t. Yes.

iamindifferenttolamp:

So I tried singing Those You’ve Known once and suddenly found myself singing the right tune, but the lyrics to On My Own.  I decided to see how close the two songs really are.  Answer:  Very.

I can’t. Yes.

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ambidexterous:

overanalyticalqueer:

so hey fun fact for anyone who wants queer history trivia: the first disco in Seattle was opened in 1973 and was a gay bar called “shelly’s leg” and it was named after a dancer named shelly who lost her leg in a confetti cannon accident and used the insurance/lawsuit settlement money to open a gay disco.

a) This is such a fantastic story that I wouldn’t care if it were made up, except that

b) upon further research, it does appear to be true

My city!

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The greatest gift you can give someone is the space to be his or herself, without the threat of you leaving.

—Kai Alexander, Lessons in Life #39  (via absea)

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And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

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Remembrance of things past is not necessarily remembrance of things as they were.

—Marcel Proust (via oiseaur0uge)

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mihrstears:

send this to your crush. Just.. just do it

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Celestina Warbeck

—You Stole My Cauldron but You Can't Have My Heart

gym-leader-wallace:

This is so freaking good. So glad they finally made this <3

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