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lol yeah

@dead-gay-star-child , remember that time we slapped cheese on our maths teacher's head?

update because i have not been here :

I found out I am autistic and have ADHD

I lost my best friend for a year (she was toxic as fuck)

I came out to my mother

I got a lecture on friendship, homosexuality, and depression/mental health

I got a new psychologist

I discovered my new spanish teacher did not wear bras, yet wore tight fitting and see through clothing

I identified as genderfluid

I accepted I was an atheist

I identified as asexual

my therapist gave up on me

I identified as panromantic instead of pansexual

i identified as demigirl

I became confused on my gender

I did 🍃

Blind Man in Amsterdam

George Ezra · Song · 2014

this song is, and forever will be, on my playlist

on another note, my parents found  🍃 in my sister’s bag and are now yelling

Shout-out to all the stories that didn't make it out of the shower with us in time to be actually written down.

125th place

2023 list of luckiest to unluckiest birthdays

Prodigy of 7

I am a broken burnt out child prodigy I could speak a mile a minute Words were my freedom My liberty

My tongue was cut when I was 7 My heart was burning with the anger and disappointment of a million My mother My father My friends My teachers

Too many people thought me to be "brave" "intelligent" "independent" "strong"

Yet all along I was "Afraid" "Alone" "Fragile"

I was never independent I thought I couldn't rely on anyone I thought I was alone

This must have been why I tried so hard on my grades This must have been why I crashed one too many times

I am a burnt out and broken child prodigy I was...

boys in skirts with flamethrowers. you agree. reblog.

HAPPY ASEXUAL VISIBILITY DAY

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How do you deal with your parents manipulation. How do you deal with awful ex-friends who shit in you for being who you are? How do you deal with knowing every fucking day that you will never again be able to regain the days you lost laying in bed, feeling like you want to die but knowing you can't? How do you deal with the person you love, bullying you and pretending to care about your mental health when really, they're the reason you want to die? How do you deal with being invalidated all the fucking time because of something you can't control? How do you deal with not understanding what or who you are because your parents never cared to take you to get checked? How do you deal with the constant urge to cut your hair as short as you can, and wearing three fucking sports bras with two undershirts and a hot hoodie, just to feel like a guy? How do you deal with knowing you used to have the world and now you just have objects? How do you deal with feeling like you don't have a family because none of them have ever cared to ask who you were? How do you deal with having to listen to music at full volume on your headphones because your mother and your sister are fighting? How do you deal with feeling like a burden to everyone?

my ideal friend would be someone willing to dress up with me, so that we can both attend school looking like we just came of a runway. They ( for lack of gender assumptions) would be willing to bake with me and yell/sing songs with me. Maybe they would be able to play an instrument, and i would listen to them and encourage them. We would climb up to the roofs of our houses and watch the sky and talks about whatever the hell we wanted to. We would have sleepovers and watch shows/movies together on my bed. We would stay up late at night talking and we would talk out our issues before they escalate. I hope that person is able to understand that I've been hurt before and therefore wouldn't be able to do certain things. My ideal friend would help me when I get overwhelmed or when i have a breakdown, they would help me stay calm during a place with loud noises and would not judge me for having to sleep with music on. My ideal friend could look however they damn wanted to, as long as they don't judge me for the things i do.

BTW: This was a thought i had at 11:57 at night, so don't mind me

Raven Queen from Ever After High when i was seven or so

Let’s start a thread: Who was your gay awakening?

My favourite sun/moon ships with one of my favourite quotes :))

Link to vid of the quote I hope

Achilles' Response

Patroclus patroclus i'm not coming down 

I won't get up off get up off the roof

I'm tired of fighting so sick of just surviving 

I'm tired of hiding the truth

Patroclus patroclus you don't see what i see 

You don't know the pain that i bear

You can't pull me off this roof top 

Convince me that lifes not

A gathering of pain like a spur

My dearest my lover please forgive this act

I just can't live like this anymore

For years i've been trying 

To piece my heart together

But it's fragments still litter the floor

I can't take this pain any longer

I can't keep living this way 

I'm too shattered to keep on fighting

I just want to fly away

I can't take this pain any longer

I can't keep living this way

I'm too shattered to keep on fighting

I just wanna fly away

Patroclus don't be stupid i'm not falling down

I am growing wings and flying away

Ill wait there in paradise

Dreaming about your eyes

Waiting for you to join me some day

composed by zenith.mp4

(not my work)

Maurice

I've got a fucking question, how the fuck can i tell people what gender (or none) i feel on a certain day without having to tell someone what gender (or none) I feel? (I'm gender fluid)

Sup bitches, it's one eleven and I'm sick AF but I'm crawling the internet looking at catradora,lumity,Aladarius,and listening to the soundtrack of She-Ra Princess of Power. FUCK YEAH

better than coffee and beer

quick what’s ur opinion on tea. everyone who sees this is obligated to answer in some way

headcannon:

remus and regulus would recreate scenes from the song of achilles in front of james and sirius to make them jealous. it would go a little like this:

remus: name one hero who was happy

remus: you can’t.

regulus: i can’t.

remus: i know. they never let you be famous and happy.

remus: i’ll tell you a secret

regulus: tell me

remus: i’m going to be the first.

remus: swear it.

regulus: why me?

remus: because you’re the reason. swear it.

regulus: i swear it.

*then remus would give regulus a gentle kiss on his forehead*

sirius, furious: james. get your prick of a boyfriend away from mine!

james, jealous: why don’t you get your moony away from my reggie.

remus&regulus: why don’t we just run off together and get married.

james&sirius: NO!

✨ Sweet Home Alabama ✨

Regulus: I’m so good at telling lies, that came from my mother’s side.

Sirius: Reg, we don’t have a mother’s side. Our family tree is a circle.

Mine is the willow tree, idk it just looks really majestic

Everyone should have a favorite tree and mine is the American sycamore, just look at this thing

what is your eye color. what is your favorite color. what is the color that appears most frequently in your wardrobe. what color is your favorite blanket. what color is your water bottle.

In honor of suicide prevention month, here goes my story. When i was 8, i decided I'd had enough. My sister stopped talking to me, i had lost my favorite person, my friends left me, and my parents didn't care. I tried remaining happy, to please my parents and my teachers.But then my third grade teacher started yelling, I'd flinch and cry. And when my fourth grade teacher yelled and said I'd disappointed her, i cowered behind a locked restroom door. And then, at the ripe age of ten, i tried to die. I figured, what was the purpose? He was dead, she left me, i was alone with time to spare. So I grabbed a kn!fe and i ¢ut my arm. And it didn't bleed and i was mad. I was mad it didn't bleed, so i ¢ut again. Eventually, i found it addicting. Every time i would ¢ut deeper until one day, i found no amount of ¢uts would satisfy me. So instead of wanting to feel something, i didn't want to feel at all. So by the beginning of spring when i was twelve, i was overd0$ing. Any kind of p!lls i could take, i did. But when i couldn't feel anything at all, i met someone. She lit up my days and i loved her smile, and the way she aligned and how she spoke. So i followed her around, like a lost puppy looking for its owner. But when i told her i loved her she became distant. I loved her with everything i had and i thought we would grow up together. I was wrong. By early October of the year following, she left. I cried and yelled until my voice went hoarse. I spent a week without talking. I took a trip and met my niece and said i would live for her, i would live so i could show her the world when she grew up. But when i got back home my walls were painted a light shade of gray, and my sheets were missing, and all the p!lls were gone, and i couldn't find a single fucking kn!fe. I was fine up until then. But then my parents started to try to fix me. And then, i came out. And i thought it would be fine but i think it was never okay with them. So i shut my door and blared my music, and anyone who dared to open the door would have to leave. The Sunday after i came out my mom tried taking me to church to "help me feel better" and i denied. Then she tried pulling my arm towards the car while i was screaming and hitting and crying and i couldn't stop. When i finally wrenched my arm free i went to the only room in the house with locked doors and hid in the closet. I went back into my closet to breathe. And then i heard pounding on the door and locked myself in the closet, wishing and hoping she wouldn't get in. But she did. And i tried to calm down but she wouldn't let me, and she was telling and i could tell she was crying but not out of love or sympathy or pitty, but of anger. And then she called my dad to calm me down because she was "busy". But as i was calming down she walked by the door. I didn't have to look to know it was her because i could hear the pattern of her steps in the hardwood floor and i was afraid. I started to get angry but i couldn't move because my dad was holding me back. So i did the only thing i could do and i yelled. I yelled for her not to touch me. And i yelled for her to go away. And i yelled and yelled until my dad was shushing me and the dog was barking and the birds were screeching but i didn't care. A child shouldn't have to memorize the sound of their parents footsteps. A child shouldn't know how to ¢ut. A hidl shouldn't have to feel like if they couldn't please their family they were worthless. A child shouldn't have to worry about being safe in their house. A child shouldn't have to yell and fight to get away from their parents. I was seven when childhood ended.

(was in my drafts)

No because:

- Raeda on a date in the background

- Darius at Aladors competition JUST TO BOO HIM is just unvelievable

- IMPLIED FEELINGS ????

- Raeda and Aladarius episode ?????

A lot of people think that healthcare is a commodity; i believe that's because those people have never had a reason to reflect on the true value that a good healthcare is worth. Those people have obviously never had to worry about not having some sort of medicinal product that is needed to go through the day. There is an infinite amount of money a person would pay to be able to stay alive.

“People’s lives are not commodities…. You cannot ask the question ‘How much will you pay to live?’ Because the answer is everything. The answer is you will pay $10. You will pay $1000. You will go into debt. You will do anything to live.” - Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez

HELL YEAH

rb if ur gay

This is jegulus, and you can't prove otherwise

(via Saturday Morning Cartoons: Baopu #15) by Yao Xiao

words to remember

Bro, that is LITERALLY what it is, kinda

Insane opinion from someone running to be the next UK Prime Minister.