these really hot football players just came to the front door to sell raffle cards for the school and i answered the door in my pajamas and they literally could not speak for a full minute because they just had to stare at my pajamas and all i could say after that extremely long minute was “they glow in the dark, too.”
trees like these are the best to sit under and read books or draw or just relax and be alone
or you can climb it and sit up in the foliage waiting for unsuspecting pedestrians to walk by so you can swing down on one of the roots with a Tarzan scream and kick them in the face before running from the traffic cops
Two kinds of people.
can you imagine how many spiders there are in that tree
Three. Three kinds of people.
from left to right;
I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.
My friend’s parents sent her away.
I found death threats in my locker.
I submitted to electroshock therapy.
I lost half my friends after coming out.
My grandmother sends me hate mail.
My school won’t let me take my date to prom.
I am not here anymore.
My dad tried to beat it out of me.
No one is proud of me.
This showed up on my blog again. Forever reblog.
The “I am not here anymore.”
Oh my. This hit hard.
i don’t even care that this isn’t black and white.
I don’t care how much homosexuality is against your religion, you love someone despite who they choose to love.