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I'm not trying to be rude, offensive, or mean, but a pet peeve of mine are those people who comment under videos related to the lgbtq+ community saying: "I'm straight/cis, but I still support yous!"
          
          Okay? Look, I'm not angry. I'm all for having more allies, don't get me wrong! But why is it so necessary for you to mention that you're one? What do you want, a medal? That's great. It's lovely that you support the lgbtq+ community. You don't need to brag about having basic compassion for other people.
          
          I get that your second cousin just came out as gay and now you think you're the shit because you didn't call them a fag. Brilliant. Do I need to know? Nope. The greatest support comes in actions, not words. You're an ally but you'd rather die than attend a pride parade.
          
          I'm not actually that annoyed lmao, it's just a little thing that pisses me off when I see it. Whatever. It doesn't hurt anyone. 

I'm so done with living.
          My whole existance revolves around the patterns that I made in my own head
          At this point, it's every week when I just absolutely crash and feel so tempted to just die.
          I try to ignore it. It's been a problem since I was a little kid, but then I remember how fucked up I am and I feel so pathetic.
          I used to curl up in my bed and sob because I wasn't 'normal'. It never changed anything. Did the nights my family kneeled by my bed and prayed for me to get better ever help? Why would the god that 'blessed' me by bringing me life want to make me so dependent on ending it?
          The looming dread that hung over my head has consumed my body, swallowed my soul and settled in my chest, making me thrum with rage for a cause I have yet to find. I do not want to be a bad person. I was never a bad person. Why am I turning into one? Why am I forced to watch as my childish joy is stripped from me, the cheerful kid that had contructed daisy chains and had drawn anything their eyes could see? I don't recognise myself. I look in the mirror and I wonder if it's truly who I am. I don't know what to think of myself anymore.

I see myself as I see ladybugs,
          Scrambling up my arm.
          At the first glance I appreciate their spots,
          Their caramel orange, their scarlet red.
          Before they begin to wriggle and writhe,
          To escape from the monster who watches them in awe.
          
          My skin begins to crawl, as the ladybug is.
          I bite back my repulsion--waiting for their departure,
          Then drown in guilt.
          Imagine being so pathetic that a small being would startle you.
          Or are you scared that such an unharmful creature had managed to pull something so deep inside you?
          To reveal an urge to scream and kick them away.
          
          I have to bend down just to peer into the mirror.
          It had been so long since I had put it up on my wall, even I had outgrown it.
          Had I outgrown my childish confidence, too?
          The first glance, the admiration, the hope that maybe I wasn't so bad.
          Then the moment when every imperfection I have seems so terrifyingly noticeable.
          Will I freeze up, stare at the unrecognisable person I'd become?
          
          Or will I bat it away? Will I yell and thrash?
          I am harmful.
          I can hurt myself and those around me.
          
          Unlike ladybugs, I have every right to be scared of myself.

gay son or thot daughter? what if i NEUTERED you? what then? there's no option. are you going to bawl over your balls?

"go to the muddypawss- message board, it's where the heat is at!"

when bro says its not gay if their socks are on so i slowly peel off their socks while i stare them straight in the eyes.

ohhh ho ho i'm expanding the lore on my characters and it's so juicy

omg love your pfp

they're so pretty BATTERY LOW it hurts

istg i'm tweaking i swear it was 7 oʻ clock ( pm ) a second ago