Track: Jumpin’ Jack Flash
Artist: The Rolling Stones
Fun Fact: The guitar used in this song by Keith Richards is actually an acoustic guitar, open tuned with a mic in the body of the guitar.
I’m trawling for some Bioshock Infinite stuff. Oh my gosh, feels.
and people question why i hate arizona
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
Honey, Catholic doctrine says that the feelings of homosexuality is okay and some people are wired that way from birth. It says that people who are gay should not indulge in homosexual activity. But NOWHERE does it say that God hates gays, made them defective, etc.
Get your shit together Arizona.
THIS IS NOT FUCKING OKAY
THIS IS WORSE EVEN THAN NOT ALLOWING GAY MARRIAGE - AND ILLEGALIZING MARRIAGE EQUALITY IS SOME FUCKED-UP SHIT LET ME TELL YOU
THIS IS TELLING CHILDREN
THAT THEY ARE DEFECTIVE
THAT THEY ARE WORSE
THAT THEY NEED TO BE FUCKING FIXED
FUCK YOU ARIZONA
FUCK YOU AND YOUR SCHOOL SYSTEM
FUCK YOU FOR TELLING PERFECTLY NORMAL CHILDREN THAT WHO THEY ARE IS BAD
this is my state. i’m just so proud.
Are these people not thinking of how many kids they’re going to kill? This is what all gay kids fear. To be told they’re defective and no one wants them the way they are. This is telling them that they are broken and that they are wrong for being born who they are.
" Can you imaginehow much more productive these ‘now-straight’ childre will be not always being bullied"" Let me stop you right there, are you…are you blaming the victims for their aggressor’s harass because they don’t meet you criteria of ‘normal’?
ever heard of something called “SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE?”
I really want to hurt someone. Seriously, when suicide statistic spike up in Arizona, I hope your dear God damns you all to hell.
This is a fake article.
A Farewell to Arms - George Peele
HIS golden locks Time hath to silver turn’d;
O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth ‘gainst time and age hath ever spurn’d,
But spurn’d in vain; youth waneth by increasing:
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.
His helmet now shall make a hive for bees;
And, lovers’ sonnets turn’d to holy psalms,
A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,
And feed on prayers, which are Age his alms:
But though from court to cottage he depart,
His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart.
And when he saddest sits in homely cell,
He’ll teach his swains this carol for a song,—
'Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well,
Curst be the souls that think her any wrong.’
Goddess, allow this aged man his right
To be your beadsman now that was your knight.