Are we really so different that we must be horrified of one of them uncovered, and completely okay with the other?

Posted this before but I’m gonna repost it goddammit
cool jeans

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Walt Whitman, “O captain! My captain!” (via clothobuerocracy)

im currently watching dead poet society and they were talking about this

  • person at school: how was your summer?
  • me: *plays the sound luke was making into the walkie talkie
  • person: what did yo-
  • me: *makes sound again*
  • person: did you go to an-
  • me: *makes sound*
  • person: or hang ou-
  • me: i think were breaking up *makes sound*
  • person: but we aren't on-
  • me: *makes sound again*
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    Anonymous asked:
    R u straight


    random bruise that appeared on my ankle??? plus like 10 more up my legs?? feel free to reblog this to all yo grunge bruise shit