I kept smelling weed at work and was like what the hell who got that office pack on em,
Turns out my pen was in my pocket and the button was pressing into my chair for like a good 3 or 4 minutes
Ten years ago on June 12, 2016: the Pulse nightclub shooting in Orlando.
As a queer 16 yr old at the time, it was the first time I really felt the weight of my identity.
The 49 names of the lives lost that night will ride with me this week at Pocono. 🏳️🌈
Since Houston Pride is this weekend, here are some pics of Houston Pride 1979, the first "official" pride parade in Houston. Photos courtesy of Houston LGBT History and JD Doyle:
being a high functioning stoner is WILD because I’m not trying to “escape reality” - I simply want to soften the sharp edges of existing inside a brain that never stops fucking thinking.