friday at school i heard some girl in the hall way scream “FOR THE LAST TIME BITCH IM LESBIAN IM NOT TRYING TO STEAL YOUR BOYFRIEND HE SMELLS LIKE KETCHUP ANYWAYS”
I wonder whose arms I would run and fall into, if I was drunk in a room with every person I have ever loved.
The real question is who in that room would still catch you.
woah. this was already intense, but that last comment hit hard.
advice for sad teenage girls that own too many flannels (via fuckinq)
I actually did 14. He never looked at my paper again.
poor little straighty doesn’t even bat an eyelid when queer people can’t get married or get literally murdered for not being straight but boy do those tears come pouring out when someone tells them not to say “faggot”