House of Leaves

Two Nicole Kidman wallpapers, because the pics were stunning and I couldn't resist. I think the second one is bad, in real bad, but I like the first one, so here we go...

Brushes: Imprints, addicted resources, ForbiddenFire, Evenstar, and Miss M.
Pattern: Pattern-Bomb
Gradients: Ningengirai
Pictures: hires_hotties



Taken from charmax, also seen at titenani's and bunnythenavia's place, I'm not usually for chain letters, but this one is different...

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

If you think homophobia is wrong please post this in your LJ's. Ask your friends to post also.

And my sister is getting annoying or maybe it's me, because all of the sudden I can't resist her charm, a charm she didn't possess. She talked me into baking her a cake. Me for god's sake! Before she got knocked up, I would have told her to shove it where the sun doesn't shine, the only thing I bake are muffins, now she didn't even need to beg. She asked me three times and I was hearing myself suddenly saying, 'Yeah, whatever.' My mom and she gave me an equally shocked look, one I didn't receive in a very long time of pure amazement. So I got the cake order and my grandmum the one for potato salad and my part is all done now. I didn't even consider to poison it, just warned her that I would fuck it up on purpose, so she would shut up for the future, which I didn't. There is something very weird about a pregnant sister, which makes her demands into imperatives. So tomorrow there's gonna be three generations of women and one on the way shoving food and cake down their throats with no other reason, than my sis saying we should do it.

Life is getting strange, my dears! And I know, that this baby will come on my birthday, I just know it...