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hi wtf is up with the biphobia???

its pride month... it is, i fear, PRIDE MONTH???? why are we hating on one another during PRIDE MONTH? isnt the beauty of being apart of the lgbtq community that we all care for eachother and love eachother NO MATTER our sexuality, but because we know the struggles our identities have been through and we're here to support eachother MORE THAN EVER now????

QUICK FUCKING REMINDER

being bisexual DOES NOT MEAN being GAY or being STRAIGHT. it means that we like BOTH men AND women. BOTH. NOT JUST ONE. BOTH. can we have a preference? yes we can. you can like mainly men with a sprinkle of women and still be bisexual. you can like mainly women with a sprinkle of men and still be bisexual. you can have only ever dated men and never a woman OR vice versa AND STILL BE BISEXUAL. IF YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO BOTH MEN AND WOMEN, THEN YOU ARE BISEXUAL.

have we all not been through enough fucking hate over the years?? why are we hating on one another during a month where we're meant to embrace ALL of us??

omg this is beautiful

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so real

SOMEONE COMMENTED ON MY AO3 FIC IM ABOUT TO EXPLODE

a work of art.

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

"maybe in another life."

shut the fuck up. shut the FUCK up. 'maybe in another life', motherfucker WHAT OTHER LIFE???? THIS IS ALL WE GET.

we have this life, THIS LIFE, and that's it. so if there's something that you want to say or feel or whatever the fuck, then do it. fight for it. and fight hard and passionately and make sure that your fight is known.

we get once chance. bitch.

i can't believe that some people DONT like dogs like wtf you sicko get tf away from me

Spending adult money correctly

as ive said, im watching gilmore girls rn. and she's with logan and jess js showed up again. and OHHHH MAAAA GAWDDDD HES AMAZING??????? HES NOT A DOUCHEBAG???? AND HES SMART AND HE GOT HIMSELF TOGETHER AND FIXED HIMSELF UP?????? AND HE WROTE A BOOK AND CAME DOWN TO HAND DELIVER IT TO RORYY???????

HE. HAND. DELIVERED. IT. TO. RORY.

JESS SUPREMACY PLEASEEE >>>>>

so im watching gilmore girls rn and it is SO funny to me how everybody was telling rory to stay away from jess and telling jess to stay away from rory but she spent a night in jail when she was with who? oh yeah, logan.

what's my biggest fear? why, thank you for asking.

one day realizing that i don't remember the names of the girls i sit with at lunch. one day realizing i don't remember the names of the kids in my classes. one day realizing i don't remember what my friends really looked like. realizing i don't remember their favorite colours. or where they're from. or what their favorite class is. who their favorite teacher is.

realizing i don't know where the girls i sit with at lunch are right now. if they've had kids. if they've gotten married. what they're studying. what they studied. what they're job is. if they've traveled. if they've left the country. if they've moved streets or towns or counties or states.

realizing that time has drawn us apart. currently we are an interwoven thread, every single one of us so much of the other, every single one of the other so much of us, but in 5 years or 10 or 15 - we might be strangers. realizing that time had strung us together, made us all so important to one another, just to pull us apart slowly. to make us memories. photographs. old texts. saved snapchats. journal entries.

my biggest fear is time - pulling me along a path that i have absolutely no choice but to follow. no choice to stop and change. what i do, i do. what i did, i did.