I have a few copies of “Playboy” from the 1970s stashed away somewhere. One of them has a letter where a guy writes in saying, “I met this really gorgeous, sweet woman, and we were planning to get married, but she sat me down yesterday and told me that she had a sex change before she met me. Mr. Hefner, should I marry someone who used to be a man?” and the response was, “So she had a sex change, big whoop. Would you be asking this question if she’d made any other change in her life before she met you? You love the woman she is now, and that’s all that should matter. If you want kids you can adopt or something.”
I feel so conflicted right now
Do you guys SERIOUSLY not know that Hugh Hefner is super respectful of women and doesn’t play around with peoples misogynistic bullshit?
just because you want to be surrounded by hot ladies 24/7 doesn’t mean you’re a douchebag
Today after the Of Mice & Men show, I met Austin Carlile. Nobody understands how much this means to me. I had missed half of their set list due to excessive vomiting, which sucked since I waited in line since 8:30 am. I waited after the show only to be told the news that the band wouldn’t be coming out to meet any of the fans. I instantly started sobbing. I sobbed my heart out for a good hour because I couldn’t meet him and hug him, and tell him how much he means to me. However, after sobbing my story to one of the band ushers, he went back on the bus and said he couldn’t promise me anything. I literally had no hope left to meet him. I was so heartbroken. But a few minutes later, the helper guy opened the bus door back up and behind him followed Austin. I broke down and my sobs turned to throbs. Austins first words were “I’m only here to see Hannah.” He called me over to him and hugged me. We hugged for a while, and then he looked at me and told me that he heard how upset I was. He asked me to uncover my face because I was crying, so I did. And then he told me I was beautiful. He looked at my wrists and said “What’s this.” and I said “Self harm.” and he looked up at me and said “Come with me.” Then he took me further away from people to talk alone. We talked for a long time. He put his forehead to mine and said “Hannah, next time I see you, if you have a single cut on your wrist, I will not hug you. You need to promise me that you will never hurt yourself again.” Of course I said no, at first and only had to explain to him why. But I did promise him. He held my hands in his the entire time we talked and I just opened up. He told me to @ him on twitter so he could follow me and to DM him whenever I needed to talk to somebody. He opened up to me about his mom and the whole jail thing. And when we hugged again I cried into him and said “Austin, your mom would be so proud of you.” and he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said “I know she would. Because I didn’t give up. And I never want you to give up either.” then he kissed me on my forehead and said “I love you. and if you ever feel alone, and like nobody loves you, know that at least one person does always. And that’s me.” I replied with sobs and an I love you too. He wrote out my tattoo for me, also. And a really sweet note.
I threw away all of my blades as soon as I got home. Thank you so much, Austin. You will never understand how much you mean to me.
wow. Im crying my eyes out.
and people STILL ask why he’s my inspiration
I haven’t listened to their music but I love this and brb going on spotfy
i’m not even a fan but this is seriosuly the cutest and most amazing thing ever
This is why he means so much to me omg
im literally sobbing right now, if any band member told me that i’d go throw my blades out right now
love him to death
Austin has always been my favorite. He’s just so genuine and kind.
it hurt when I stumbled across her.
she was like broken glass all along the floor.
but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.
I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.
she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it.
and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.
I wanted to pick up her pieces.
I wanted to put her back together.
and so I tried. I really did.
I got a little cut along the way.
the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see her happy.
every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.
she was getting better.
eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.
but she didn’t take me with her.
and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her.
wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine.
I should probably get the fuck up.
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OHMYGOD
This actually fucking hurt to read.
THIS HURT SO MUCH TO READ
Oh my god, this is so heartbreaking yet so fucking beautiful to read. Just wow, I’m speechless.
This makes me want to care