Today is day 3 of quitting smoking and I’m due for my period tomorrow. This could be really helpful or really fucking horrible…

Received a package just now, with no name, just an address on it. I recognized the address and immediately felt uncomfortable. I had no idea what could be in there. Opened it, and there’s an envelope inside. Inside the envelope is blank piece of computer paper with the top of a flower stuck inside. Nothing else, no explanation, no name, no nothing. Just a sticky, smelly flower.

That might be romantic if it wasn’t so fucking creepy.

I need a cigarette and I need this fucking kid to leave me alone.

evabadon:

"when women wear makeup they’re basically lying to us" well i don’t see why i’m being blamed for a man stupid enough to really think i have red and gold eyelids

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I just woke up from a dream that I was at this camp thing or something (I love anything where a bunch of strangers have to live together. But I’m not sure what this place was specifically) and I met this trans boy through one of my friends and I was super attracted to him and my friend was flirting super hard with him but he wasn’t interested and then I ran into him alone and we ended up making out and running around trying to avoid this lady who was in charge and trying to find somewhere to be alone. It was super fun and cute and like innocent but really hot hahah basically it was a pretty damn great dream.

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

sexual-phan:

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videk:

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imgayitsok:

God bless drag queens.

I will always reblog this

Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.

Oh fuck yes.

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If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.

Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.

God bless drag queen omg

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