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am I sick from anxiety or am I actually physically ill? a memoir by me
am i lazy or horribly depressed: the sequel
does everyone hate me or am I just very insecure: the completion of the trilogy
today at the bookstore i asked the lady working if she had any lgbtq books that i could check out and her eyes magnified in what i mistook as horror and i thought i had offended her and then she said “i have a bag of lesbian fiction in the basement i’ve been waiting for someone to finally ask” and she all but burst down the stairs to get them for me
"I have a bag of lesbian fiction in the basement" is my new go-to pickup line
i love physical touch. like not even kissing and stuff just like. sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing i love knowing im real i love existing with people i love it
songs by florence and the machine make me feel like i need to run barefoot through a misty forest wearing a flower crown
and reveal my true demon form as i burn the forest and everything in it down
I got into an argument today after school between some people who were completely for transgender folk and support homosexuality to a full extent, but were completely throwing aside gender fluid people, and claiming they cannot exist.
I want to prove them wrong.
I keep on seeing Sebastian Stan photos and go to reblog them but then go… “No Eli that’s gay.”
and I’m…..I’m 50% gay and have a huge ass poster of Jensen Ackles on my wall….what am I even doing
IT’S NOT GAY! HE IS HIS OWN SEXUALITY! THERE IS GAY, AND BISEXUALITY AND “I would fuck SebStan” AND IT’S COMPATIBLE WITH EVERYTHING!!!
For instance, I’m Asexual and “HOLY FUCK SEBASTIAN STAN”
if sirius black’s girlfriend never once took the opportunity to reply “yes” when someone asked her “are you fucking serious” i’m very disappointed in his choice of women
It’s fun to chant “Bloody Mary” into your car’s side mirror three times and watch her jog and try to keep up.
Being a dick even to demons
when you think your cramps are finished but then
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