The name is Adam. The age is 18. The place is Philly.

Slam poetry. Yelling. Angry. Waving my hands a lot. Specific point of view on things. Cynthia. Cyn-thi-a. Jesus died for our Cynthia’s. Jesus cried. Runaway bride. Julia Roberts. Julia rob-hurts. Cynthia. Mmmmm Cynthia, you’re dead. You are dead. Be boop beep you’re dead.

—    Schmidt, 22 Jump Street (via artvevo)

(via or-friends)


Being in or out of the closet doesn’t make you less braver or braver. Hiding a part of yourself or showing it off both take courage I say. We can’t shame others for hiding their sexuality because 1. We don’t know their situation and 2. It’s none of our business.

(via imnotjailbait)