— Unique, Or Maybe Even Special. 

“Do you have to make everything gay?”

If i dont, who will?

No really, if queer people aren’t constantly fighting for their right to exist, if queer people aren’t constantly “making everything gay” in an overwhelming hetero world, who will?

The straights? Lol. No they won’t.

Because they’ve shown time and time again that they won’t.

So yeah, I’m gonna make everything gay.

“I feel a little clearer just now. We have.  All of us have. The rest is confetti. So many times and we didn’t know it. All of us. No, not a heart. A stomach. We have. All of us have. So many times and we didn’t know it. I don’t get it. I feel like I’ve been here before. We have. All of us have. So many times and we didn’t know it. All of us. I feel a bit clearer now. Everything’s been out of order. Time, I mean. I thought for so long that time was like a line, that that our moments were laid out like dominoes, and that they fell, one into another and on it went, just days tipping, one into the next, into the next, in a long line between the beginning and the end. But I was wrong. It’s not like that at all. Our moments fall around us like rain. Or snow. Or confetti. You were right. We have been in this room. So many times and we didn’t know. All of us. Mom says that a house is like a body and that every house has eyes. And bones. And skin. And a face. This room is like the heart of the house. No, not a heart, a stomach. It was your dance studio, Theo. It was my toy room. It was a reading room for Mom. A game room for Steve. A family room for Shirley. A treehouse for Luke. It put on different faces so that we’d be still and quiet. While it digested. I’m like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster. And the monster feels my tiny little movements inside. I learned a secret. There’s no without. I am not gone. I’m scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow……. Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain. I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That’s all. The rest is confetti.” — Nellie, The Haunting of Hill House

From The Judy Garland Show, originally aired by CBS on January 12th, 1964.

H ★ M I L T O N composed by Lin-Manuel Miranda

television meme [2/10] crime-fighting women ∟ emily prentiss: i’m not sleeping. i’m having this nightmare. it’s a recurring nightmare. there’s a hill, and there’s a little girl on top of the hill. she’s like six years old, dark hair, and she’s just dancing in the sun, but somehow i know that she’s waiting for me. so, i start to walk up the hill, but the hill gets steeper and steeper, and by the time i climb to the top, the little girl’s gone. i look everywhere for her, and when i can’t find her, i start to panic, and i panic because i know what’s waiting out there for her. i know what the world can do to a girl who only sees beauty in it.

Do you guys see the two young women on my shirt? Do you know who they are? The two people on my shirt are a couple named Melania and Chris, a couple of nights ago right here, they were assaulted because they’re lesbians. Because they gave the appearance of being lesbians and it’s pride month right now, which is a really excited thing because it means that we get to be together in moments like this, we get to create a safe space where we can look at our friends, look at our peers and other members of the LGBTQ+ community. Moments were we can say ‘I’m like you and you’re like me, we’re in this together.’ (credits)

Sarah Paulson at the NYC Carol premiere

@emilyprentissisababe YES!!! You’re amazing! Ahhhhhhhh

you actually died?

The American Horror Story: Coven house.