Sometimes, girls take girls to the prom. If this gallery proves anything, it’s that it’s damn adorable when they do.
Remember that really important thing you were supposed to do? Oh, right, you didn’t, because you forgot. Don’t worry! You’re not alone! Come tell Gabby all about it in our FRIDAY OPEN THREAD.
Sleep is a gift. A good night’s rest heals the body and soul and is glorious but for real, it can be super elusive! It’s like that one fine person on OkCupid who keeps checking out your profile but won’t ever message you.
When I can’t sleep, I start to freak out. I try out every corner and side of my bed. I lie one way and then I lie another way. I give up, get up, and play Trivia Crack on my phone all night until I pass out from sheer content overload and then cry when my alarm goes off an hour later. I know we all share in this struggle ’cause y’all are the ones reblogging my tumblr posts at 3 AM. We’re in this together!
So, let’s help each other sleep, yeah? I’ll share my tips and you’ll share yours. Then maybe we can have an international spiritual slumber party, but the kind where people actually slumber. Here are some sleep tips for all you busy queers.
We’re all staying up all night. Everyone’s in the other bathroom. We wrote BUS NOTES! Everyone’s going home. It sucks. We were gonna do Ouija board and ask Kurt Cobain if Courtney Love killed him, but considering Noreen went to bed already I don’t think it’s gonna happen.
For the sake of religious people I apologise but in a church with my partner at the time tied to the cross.
Against the crumbling facade of an old Spanish bordello in the Arizona borderlands, while close friends and coworkers danced to a classic rock jam band playing in the courtyard of the cantina next door.
In the mountains of a foreign country far away from home overlooking a fucking castle in the town below, on a very random bed which just seemed to have been dropped up there. It was a full moon and big fires were lit. I would have felt like some kind of Disney princess if it wasn’t for the raging drunkenness. And the fucking, obviously.
A youth hostel bathroom in Portland. A group of Dutch lads started cheering outside.