Whenever anyone argues against marriage equality because of their religious views as a Christian I just want to hit them over the head repeatedly with a Bible whilst yelling
ADULTERY ISN’T ILLEGAL!!
LYING ISN’T ILLEGAL!!
DIVORCE ISN’T ILLEGAL!!
DISRESPECTING YOUR PARENTS ISN’T ILLEGAL!!
WORKING ON THE SABBATH ISN’T ILLEGAL!!
WORSHIPPING OTHER GODS ISN’T ILLEGAL!!
THE LAW DOES NOT FOLLOW THE BIBLE!!!!!
I’m a Christian and I approve this message.
Kirsty Mitchell’s late mother Maureen was an English teacher who spent her life inspiring generations of children with imaginative stories and plays. Following Maureen’s death from a brain tumour in 2008, Kirsty channelled her grief into her passion for photography.
She retreated behind the lens of her camera and created Wonderland, an ethereal fantasy world. The photographic series began as a small summer project but grew into an inspirational creative journey.
‘Real life became a difficult place to deal with, and I found myself retreating further into an alternative existence through the portal of my camera,’ said the artist. (read the rest here).
SO I WAS AT STARBUCKS RIGHT AND I SAW THIS OLD MAN SITTING ALONE AND DRINKING HIS LITTLE CUP OF COFFEE ALL CUTELYI WAS LIKE AWW SO I WROTE THIS AND GAVE IT TO HIM
HE WAS SO HAPPY I WANTED TO CRY OHM YGOD
“why do you ship that? it’s never going to be canon”
this is sucriya. she accessorizes her catholic school uniform with a different scarf every day, which every teacher writes her up for. when my principal walked up to her and pointed to her scarf and said “what’s this?” she said
“sister, that’s fashion”
and just walked away
you’re welcome sweetie ;*
The officer thought he had an arrest but it didn’t pan out
To love like you dancesummary: blaine is a pianist at a dance studio and particularly fascinated by one of the students
warnings: mentions of masturbation and sex but nothing badword count: almost 2knote: this could turn into a verse if you wanted to, so please review alright :3
Blaine looked around his apartment one more time, making sure his cat had something to eat, took his keys and left for work. He smiled at the sun shining, and the people shucking off their jackets, enjoying the first warm spring day of the year. He felt excited today, for no real reason. It was a day like any other, but somehow he felt jittery and nervous.
He took the subway to the dance studio he worked at, and entered the grand hall, equipped with huge walls made of mirrors, ballet bars on the sides and the old, black piano in the corner. He aimed for the instrument, taking out his music sheets and settled on the piano bench, playing a few accords and waiting for the dance teacher and her students to enter the room.
Blaine had gotten the job a couple of months ago, reading the advert of a dance studio searching for a pianist while eating breakfast reading the morning paper, and having been unemployed for a couple of weeks, he called the studio immediately and was accepted in an instance. Being a pianist had always been his dream and he knew it wasn’t going to be easy, completely content with playing at small bars and receiving a salary that covered his rent just so. He was lucky though, earning more than enough money with playing in the studio in the morning, and sometimes in the afternoon and playing in coffee shops every night. It was more than he dared to hope for.
The door opened, and one student after the other, mostly in groups, chattering with their ballet clothes on, carrying water bottles and bags, entered the dance studio, completely ignoring the man at the piano.
Blaine’s heart sped up faster and faster the more people went in and he strained his head to avoid missing the one person he waited for. The teacher stepped in and nodded as to greet him, with another person following short and closing the door.
And there he was, Kurt Hummel, the dancer that fascinated him the most, that made his heart beat fast when he nodded for him to start playing, that only ever came by his own, talking to no one and keeping quiet, watching the others silently.