cellphones have two brightness settings: “dim” and “the messiah is back”
i am tired of people and sexism and racism and homophobia and transphobia and ageism and slut shaming and rape culture and twats and the world in general and i’m far too young to be sick of life
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?” —Langston Hughes (via sethmefree)