What I’m Looking For: 18+ year olds (preferably 20-somethings), male or female PenPals. From the USA preferably, but I’d love the occasional International PenPal. Someone with similar interests and an open mind. Someone who’s into mail art, stationery + crafts and likes swapping cute little gifts and such. Someone dedicated to growing and maintaining a friendly relationship through mail.

A Little About Me: I’m Tiffany. I’m 25 and hail from New York City. I’m an all-around art deviant. Musician, artist, writer. I love arts & crafts, making jewelry, art journaling and scrapbooking. I suffer from a strong case of wanderlust. I really love traveling & immersing myself in different cultures. I’m into history and Greek Mythology. I love books and love to read. I’m very into music. I listen to everything but my all-time forever favorites are The Beatles and U2. I am a lover and a dreamer. I really love beautiful things. There’s more about me on my blog under about me and penpal info.

Message me if you’re interested in becoming PenPals! Thanks :)

gayzus:

sunfishdunes:

Dear Damian,
It’s been a long time since our last encounter. Ten years to be exact.
I was 26; you were 16. You were proud of who you were; I was an insecure actor. You became an iconic character that people looked up to; I wished I’d had you as a role model when I was younger. I might’ve been easier to be gay growing up.
You WERE beautiful in every single way and words couldn’t bring you down.
What you may not know …
When I was cast in the role of “Damian” in Mean Girls, I was TERRIFIED to play this part. But this was a natural and true representation of a gay teenager — a character we laughed with instead of at. (You can thank Tina Fey and Mark Waters for that. I can only take partial credit.)
When we first made this movie, I’m not sure any of us knew how loved and quoted this movie would become. You certainly hope when you pour your heart into something, that people will respond — but to paraphrase Gretchen Wieners, “we can’t help it that we’re so popular.”
So, why the hell did it take me so long to come out of the closet?
Here’s why:
When I first became an actor, I wanted to play lots of roles — Guidos, gangsters, and goombahs were my specialty. So, would I be able to play all of those parts after portraying a sensitive, moisturizing, Ashton Kutcher-loving, pink-shirt-wearing kid? I was optimistic. Hollywood? Not so much. I was meeting a “gay glass ceiling” in casting.
For example:
One time I wanted to audition for a supporting character in a low-budget indie movie described as a “doughy, blue-collar lug of a guy.” The role was to play the husband of an actress friend of mine who I had been in two movies and an Off-Broadway play with. She and I had even moved to LA together.
I figured I was perfect for it.
They said they were looking for a real “man’s man.” The casting director wouldn’t even let me audition. This wasn’t the last time this happened. There were industry people who had seen me play you in Mean Girls but never seen me read in an audition but still denied me to be seen for “masculine” roles.
However, I did turn down many offers to play flamboyant, feather-boa-slinging stereotypes that always seemed to be laughed at BECAUSE they were gay. How could I go from playing an inspirational, progressive gay youth to the embarrassing, cliched butt-of-a-joke?
So, there it was. Damian, you had ruined my life and I was really pissed at you. I became celibate for a year and a half. I didn’t go to any gay bars, have any flings and I lied to anyone who asked if I was gay. I even brought a girl to the Mean Girlspremiere and kissed her on the red carpet, making her my unwitting beard.
It wasn’t until years later that grown men started to coming up to me on the street — some of them in tears — and thanking me for being a role model to them. Telling me I gave them comfort not only being young and gay but also being a big dude. It was then that I realized how much of an impact YOU had made on them.
Meanwhile, I was still in the closet. Deleting tweets that asked if I was gay, scrubbing IMDB Message Boards for any indication, etc. (It’s important to note that I was actually DISCOVERED singing in a Florida gay bar by casting director, Carmen Cuba, for my first role in Larry Clark’s Bully.)
I had the perfect opportunity in 2004 to let people know the REAL Daniel Franzese. Now in 2014 — 10 years later — looking back, it took YOU to teach me how to be proud of myself again. It’s okay if no one wants to sit at the table with the “art freaks.” Being a queer artist is one of my favorite things about myself. I have always been different and that’s rad. People have always asked if I was really gay? While my reps usually lied to protect me. My friends and family all knew the truth but now it’s time everyone does. Perhaps this will help someone else. I had to remind myself that my parents named me Daniel because it means “God is my judge.” So, I’m not afraid anymore. Of Hollywood, the closet, or mean girls. Thank you for that, Damian. (And Tina.)
By the way … in June I am the Celebrity Grand Marshall of the Portland Gay Pride Parade.
so…
We go Glen Coco.
With love and respect,
Daniel Franzese
P.S. I hate it when people say I’m “too gay to function.” I know you do, too. Those people are part of the problem. They should refrain from using that phrase. It really is ONLY okay when Janis says it.

I love and respect him so much for this. He spent a majority of his acting career attempting to avoid being type casted, only to be type casted anyway because of one stereotypical role. A lot of people may say certain people are obvious about their sexuality, especially certain celebrities, and should just admit it already, but before you can be honest with the world and expect them to love you, you have to love yourself.

04.23.14 @ 21:5310253

04.23.14 @ 17:487311

Can I just share my recent Target haul?
I absolutely love those $1-3 Target bins in the front of the store. Most of the stuff I got for $1 rang up as 50 cents, so I basically got all of this for less than $10.
Makes me think I need to stop by Target more often!

04.23.14 @ 13:46

~   F. Scott Fitzgerald, a literary genius. (via mmoderate)
charmaineolivia:

Earth day girlie

04.23.14 @ 00:52585

~   Ray Bradbury (via musictoasoul)
Blossoms. I love when the tall trees on my block begin to blossom. They canopy the entire street in lovely little white flowers that smell like spring and it looks so beautiful. I always count down to the day in which they sprout their first blossom, but this winter was so harsh that they are only now beginning to bloom.
Blossoms. They give my street a whole new look. All winter long, the street looks so sad and desolate, the bare branches pointing up every which way, cold and naked. The cold atmosphere makes the chill in the air even more frigid. The sky reflects the grayness of the dark concrete you walk on  and it is simply unpleasant to be outside. It’s depressing. But once the trees begin to bloom, the sky softens to a subtle hue of blue. The trees no longer seem cold and naked. Everything seems full and alive. It’s an amazing thing to bare witness too. Mother Nature gracing us with her presence; Persephone rising up from the clutches of Hades to rejoin her mother, Demeter seeding the soils of the Earth.
Blossoms. What’s even more beautiful is when the white petals begin to fall, coating the gray concrete in white, to make way for the new thick green leaves. It looks like a fresh layer of snow has coated the ground, but it’s even better because you literally end up walking on soft flower petals. It saddens me a bit that the blossoms that are just beginning to sprout will soon be dust at our feet, but that eventually gives way to a great appreciation of the thick leaves they helped sprout. Those same leaves that will one day give you shelter during a hot summer shower.
Blossoms. It’s what I look forward to each spring. It makes me forget that I live in the middle of a busy, bustling New York City.
Happy Earth Day.
(via the blossoms of springtime)

04.22.14 @ 14:241

~   James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (via larmoyante)

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