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White Rabbit - A tad crazy and two ounces late (but always with enough time to talk)

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flourishnblottts:

cumberbatched-in-the-shire:

whitebeltwriter:

There needs to be a bar or club or something that when you walk in there’s a rack of different color wristbands with words like “I’m looking for-“

  • girls
  • boys
  • anyone
  • no one
  • friends
  • etc

So that everyone would know who’s looking for who.

Like:

"Hey that girl is cute. And her wristband says she’s also looking for a girl. Sweet!”

Or:

"He’s cute, but his wristband says girls. Oh well."

you are the future

(vía graceland-more-like-gayland)

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This should be posted in school hallways.
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leader-of-standing-purgatorians:

princess-romanova:

So I hadn’t yet come out to my mum and today I got home to see that someone had changed the cover on my bed to this

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And then I saw that they left a note on the bed, so I went over to take a look at it and

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My mum is the best 

Whenever I see this I think well what if you weren’t gay and you came home one day to this

(vía andrewquo)

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Mi Buenos Aires querido.
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vanguard-of-courage:

blockchiken:

vinny-licious:

blockchiken:

alora-witch:

reeses-peixes:

prettyflyforaredspy:

raceagainstelegance:

suyedah:

a wallet that will never be stolen from your purse

omg

omfg

oh

that’s fucking brilliant

how, by putting a dollar in gift wrap?

"gift wrap"

i don’t get it

it’s not gift wrap

then what is it?
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aro-ace-wonderwoman:

It really bothers me when I see posts like ‘I wish I was asexual and aromantic because I hate having feelings!’ Like, no. Don’t say that. Don’t you dare fucking say that asexual aromantic people don’t have feelings. That’s not ok, and it’s extremely harmful and honestly it makes me feel like shit.

(vía graceland-more-like-gayland)

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reallyreallyreallytrying:

well well well. if it isn’t my old friend, the dawning realization that i fucked up real bad

(vía i-am-percy-jackson)