the bottom of you hair was once at the top of your head
Guys, this is my little brother, Reese. He just turned eight last March, and he is in second grade. He had found that he prefers guys to girls. When he told his friends that at recess, they threw rocks at him. Rocks. He came home crying, saying that his friends had called him names like “faggot” and “homo”. Second graders called him these names. I explained to him that it is perfectly okay to be gay, and that I will still love him no matter what. Unfortunately, my parents don’t agree. He’s been set apart from the family and his friends for his sexuality, that he has no control over. I’m not doing this for notes or to gain followers. I’m doing this to show Reese he will be accepted by many people no matter what sexuality he is. Reblog if you support my eight year old brother, no matter his sexuality.
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I have a love hate relationship with nature. When I look at those beautiful pictures of rolling, infinite grassy hills, deep canyons, snow capped mountains, a sky splattered with stars, an aurora borealis setting the sky in fire; I die a little inside. I know nothing humans create will ever be as perfect as what nature has done at random without any forethought. It reminds me of how impermanent I am; the trees around me have been here long before I came alone and will likely be there after.
Humans used to observe nature and thank their respective gods for putting these beautiful sights on earth for them, but it just enhances my atheism. Nature isn’t our gift, it isn’t there to serve us, if anything we were supposed to serve it. But we’ve done a terrible job and the humans will die out soon, but the earth will survive. Just as beautiful as ever.