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Glee - Road TripSummary: A one-shot written extremely late for Day 1 of Faberry Week: Road trip. Future!Faberry go on a road trip with their three kids in tow, and anyone who has ever been stuck in a car with young children will tell you they don't exactly get along when they're forced to share such a small space.
"Mom! Chord's poking me!"
"Only 'cause you hit me!"
"I did not! Mom, now Chord's lying!"
"I am not! Tattletale!"
"Take it back!"
"Why? It's true!"
"Mom! Tell Chord and Lucy to be quiet! I'm doing vocal exercises and they're annoying me!"
Rachel gave a heaving sigh and directed a glare at her wife in the driver's seat. She had no idea what had possessed Quinn to rent a car and drive from their home in Brooklyn to Walt Disney World, Florida with their three children. Clearly she'd never seen any movie about children and drive trips ever, because then she would have seen this coming.
Hell, Rachel had tried to talk her out of it. Three young kids all squished together in the back
My Thoughts on...Homophobia
I think homophobia is the fear of simply accepting a compliment from someone of the same sex who may dress a little different than you or even give a sweet smile no one has ever given you before.
Homophobia could be jealousy striking as you peer across the lobby to two men or two women loving one another as you wish for yourself to have a lover for your own.
Homophobia is when your ex-girlfriend leaves you poor boy on the sidelines as she reaches for a girl who is there to love her and understand what she wants and needs.
Homophobia is when your ex-boyfriend leaves you self-centered chick trapped in your walk in closet as he leaves you for someone who doesn't mind the fact that he calls himself pretty and beautiful instead of handsome because his new man also agrees with his beauty.
Homophobia is just a phase that's been put on by something we all know as bandwagon or whatever because "everyone is doing it."
They would call being gay was having "unnatural" feelings for the s
Are you afraid of the dark?
Ever get the question: "Are you afraid of the dark?" I never get the chance to explain fully the answer that I give. My answer is: I, myself, have never once been afraid of the dark, just the things in it. Though, in darkness there is always light I am not afraid of that. I am afraid of people's darkness, I am afraid of the monsters that lurk and live there. Rapist's and murder's that do the things that they do because they enjoy it, they enjoy causing pain and suffering. To be honest, I am not afraid of them for myself but for others whether they be
Small or big,
Old or young,
Black or white,
Gay or straight,
Smart or dumb,
Fat or skinny.
My fear is far greater it is for this world as a whole. The world is going into a darkness that will never leave and evil things come from the darkness, evil thoughts, minds, and plans. The world needs light; it needs peace, and love. In other words people need to take a step back and look at what I see and others just like me.
A world that can be sa
IncreasingI don't like pain
I hate the way my scissors sting
I don't care for the way blood sticks to my wrists
The cotton itching against my opened skin
But I do like the feeling
The way I slump to the floor in reilef
My ignorance of the depth increasing
I don't like the pain
But I do love the feeling
The progress of the depth increasing
God, I love the feeling
Of the only peace I've known
That embrace that I have,
It may be the only one
The calming voice of skin splitting
The gentle smile of blood on silver
The only feeling of love I know
As the depth's increasing
Clichei. true love
& you were that one famous line
of a love poem 1863 sonnet
scripted down your spine, verses
of sternum & shuddering heartbeat.
i remember the sheets twisted blue
as the eventide, your eyes like thelassia,
that species of ocean grass. we swayed
to the music of galaxies colliding.
our song was the day the tides
finally curled round the moon's face.
eventides, thelassia eyes, moon
great and heavy as that one lucky coin
that refused to land, to grant a wish
or let luck decide for us. there were
star crabs scuttling under your
oragami skin. & i never realized
all the ways that you folded
until the doctor came back &
you folded into yourself,
please don't tell me it was disease.
please don't mention the fact
that there was a constellation
blossoming underneath your skin
as if it excuses the metaphor
of your candle-eyes dimming.
i was there for the treatment.
you weren't, rag-doll girl. you
hung limp as wet clot
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