Por el Glamor de Dios

Unos de estos días, mi nombre besará tu boca.

28, El Paso, Católico, Gay.


Impassioned prose of a hopeless romantic.
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Is it weird to ask out an Instagram follower? He’s v handsome and likes a lot of my crap. And how would one do that anyways?

itstonybetch:

versacepromises:

melodyfranta:

Why does every gay person have to make something that offends straight people?



why do a lot of straight people on tumblr have to bitch and whine over a joke? when you’re made fun of every single day in school for liking the opposite sex, attacked for your sexuality and stripped of certain rights then you can complain. even then you don’t see gays on tumblr bitching about gay jokes. it’s probably cause we’re used to them and have actual backbone.

itstonybetch:

versacepromises:

melodyfranta:

Why does every gay person have to make something that offends straight people?

why do a lot of straight people on tumblr have to bitch and whine over a joke? when you’re made fun of every single day in school for liking the opposite sex, attacked for your sexuality and stripped of certain rights then you can complain. even then you don’t see gays on tumblr bitching about gay jokes. it’s probably cause we’re used to them and have actual backbone.

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When I see something like this with an interesting texture, my teeth feel strange, I want to bite/graze the texture of this skin

maxidelrey:

fivegum:

Somewhere in the world 2 hot men are fucking and it really pisses me off

Ugh now im thinking about that and it does kind of piss me off

This always crosses my mind

bunnygloves:

This is a commercial for Japanese department store Parco by Eiko Ishioka. It was her last campaign for Parco and featured Faye Dunaway eating a hardboiled egg.

Eiko went on to design costumes for Grace Jones in her Hurricane tour, direct Bjork in the video for Cocoon, and do art direction for Francis Ford Coppola’s Dracula.

semiserious:

Forget crop tops. I’m gonna start a boys in super loose boat neck tops movement, because like my clavicles > abs. 

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moshita:

Beaded Heart

In each of my constructions, surface design is the key component. Czech seed beads adorn objects in colorful patterns, camouflaging their original circumstance, allowing us to see them as pure form without their.

Jan Huling

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brokefaggotsclub:

My roommate didn’t pay the internet bill yet, and I’m stuck in the 3G level of Hell. Also, I left the house for a second day in a row to go grocery shopping and decided to treat myself to ice cream and a Netflix marathon. But by the time I got back home, I forgot we had no internet. And Edy’s ice cream isn’t that great, but it was 2 for $5, so I said what the hay, and now I have extra ice cream to soothe my tears.

(These are the result of being in a good mood while having absolutely nothing to do)

*Z Snap*….chat #UTEP (at University of Texas at El Paso-Student Union)

Most favoritest cartoon ever! #shinchan

When “i” is replaced with “we” even illness becomes wellness.

Malcolm X (via amorestavivo)

This changed me.

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Good Vibes HERE

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I’ve been feeling really centered lately, and just really good. I was on my way home from work and I put on a mix cd given to me a few months back. All this music seemed so new to me again. My mind started to wander about relationships.
(side note—a friend of mine broke up with her bf of almost 8 years. they had a mini break-up over the summer and got back together. Well, it didn’t stick this time unfortunately.) They have been on my mind too. 
So, I think the reason I dwell on things and it takes me a while to get over someone is I have never had proper  closure with those around me. I have had three people very close to me die, my uncle (I was 10), my best friends’s mom (16) and my grandma (19). I attended rosaries and memorials, but never went to their funerals. My grandmother’s death I took very hard. It wasn’t a surprise, she was in hospice care at the house and was given 6 months to live. Then one day, I came home and my mom told me that she was actively dying. Within days, she died, quietly, asleep, with a rosary in her hands. While I had had plenty of time to grieve and say goodbye, I never got to send her off. 
The only funeral I attended was my mom’s boss’ life long friend. I knew the lady, but I wasn’t particularly close to her. I had to ask myself if I’d attend my parents’ funerals when the time comes. I probably would, but the fact I asked myself that.