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I pray that they are married now

Gay irl

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That....that thing is art

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Mooooooooosh

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Ugh I hate people like this. Sorry Dave, I need a haircut too, but I ain't gonna risk getting Miss Rona by going outside and protesting about it.

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Wishing to find my wonderful and amazing future husband 🌈

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If you don’t have a crazy dancing Spider-Man gif on you blog then you’re doing it wrong.

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reblog to let him know that you love him

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Not sure if anyone's even reading this. But if you are, I want to show you what 16 years of hatred and pain does to you. I was emotionally abused by my moms ex. It started in 2010, ended in 2015.

Now that im older, iv always dreamt of the day that I'd get to give the people who abused me a taste of their own medicine. I wanted to hurt them. And now iv found one of them on messenger. Here's the text I sent him.

In this, I sent alot of it out of pure anger, there's that kind innocent part of me inside that wants to forgive and forget. But how can I honestly ever do that when not only are there scars inside, but they are starting to appear outside too.

They are just little reminders of all the trauma iv gone through and am going through.

Reblog this if you can.

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Not sure if anyone's even reading this. But if you are, I want to show you what 16 years of hatred and pain does to you. I was emotionally abused by my moms ex. It started in 2010, ended in 2015.

Now that im older, iv always dreamt of the day that I'd get to give the people who abused me a taste of their own medicine. I wanted to hurt them. And now iv found one of them on messenger. Here's the text I sent him.

In this, I sent alot of it out of pure anger, there's that kind innocent part of me inside that wants to forgive and forget. But how can I honestly ever do that when not only are there scars inside, but they are starting to appear outside too.

They are just little reminders of all the trauma iv gone through and am going through.

Reblog this if you can.

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Reblog if you think Pansexuals are valid

I just…want to see something

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My...my mom just accused trans people and scientists of starting the Corona virus.

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My money is on Aliens coming to Earth to enslave us in May.

the apocalypses this year

January:

February:

march: 

April:

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Hello lovelies I'd like to tell you a little story of mine about a very special friend I made a year ago. So sit back, get yourself some tea, and enjoy the story.

So a while back when I was at school I went outside to see a few of my so called friends, and a few randoms huddled around in a circle looking at the ground. Being the curious son of a bitch that I am, I waltzed right up to them, to check out this thing they were staring at.

What I found was a moth, it's wings were tattered, had holes in them. They also appeared to be very grey, like a rotting grey, there was some color still left, but it was faded. This moth was huge, their wings were enormous.

The people standing around it were laughing at it, one even tried to step on it and crush it, saying he was just gonna put it out of its misery.

One of the girls stepped in and said no, told em they all were going to hell for torturing the little guy. I myself decided to pick the winged creature up in my hands, clearly the people around me were afraid of the Moth, so they stepped back.

I tried placing it on a tree, just to move it to a better spot. I was going to leave it, but the wind knocked it off the tree, the Moth fell to the ground on its back. I realized it couldn't fly. And while others may I argue, that I should have just "put it out of its misery" I wasn't going to do that.

I knew what It felt like to be abandoned, I knew what it felt like to be given up on, to have no one, and nothing. People laughed at it, and because of its appearence, no one wanted anything to do with it. I guess looking back on it, that Moth strangely resembled me.

The wings resembled my soul, tattered and ripped, yet there was faded color in it, that color was the part of me still hoping that I find Mr Right, that I settle down with a good guy and marry him.

That Color was the part of me that had so much love and kindness for everyone, regardless of who they were or what they had done.

That color was the part of me who loved my pride, my pride in being a gay guy, my pride in wearing makeup regardless of what others think. My pride in breaking social norms and being my unique and rebellious self.

That color was the part of me that wanted to help and heal the sick, the abused, the lonely, the discriminated and broken people.

That Color was the part of me that enjoyed my talents as a graffiti artist. That used that art as a gateway to my own thoughts and emotions, as well as others.

But it was and is fading.

I took the Moth home, I gave her the name Selene. I wasn't sure if it was male or female but at that moment it didnt matter. I had Selene with me for two days. I brought her with me everywhere, I could tell she was dieing.

The holes in her wings grew larger, tiny bits of dust began to fall off, her movement was slurred and slow. She would try flapping her wings, but she didn't know she couldn't fly anymore.

But I was there to pick her up whenever she fell.

I brought her to school with me the next day. She just chilled on my shoulder, perched like a parrot. I got tons of weird looks, some people would even run from me. Others were curious and decided to take out their phones and record Selene.

People gave me the nickname moth man, or moth boy. Someone even asked me if I turned into a moth at night.

I'd be lieing if I said i didnt enjoy the attention I got. The fact that people were aware of my existence and responded to it, gave me a thrill mixed with excitement and nervousness.

But I cared for Selene, I truely did, I let one of my trusted friends hold her, but she was quick to escape my friends hands and get back to me. She fell a few more times, I picked her up each of those times.

Once I went home, I placed her in a box with holes, and went to sleep. When I woke up Selene was dead. Her body was lifeless. My pathetic excuse of a mother forced me to throw her body outside.

I wanted to bury it, but I didnt have a choice.

I used to have a few pictures of Selene on my phone, but I deleted them in a suicidal episode.

What I do know though is im glad I had the experience to care for a moth, not everyone gets those.

I just hope, that when my person comes, he takes care of me like I did for Selence. And I hope, that I don't die when he's with me.

I hope, that my colors become vibrant, my grey and faded look goes away, and my wings are strong and healthy enough, to carry me to wherever I seek.

I hope you all enjoyed this, and please, if you can, reblog this. And for everyone who relates to Selenes story, just know things will get better for you. And if you want something, anything, it will find you.

As always, im here if anyone ever wants to talk. My pm box and ask box is open.

-Finn

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Boys are allowed to be feminine and that includes trans boys, pass it on. Girls are allowed to be masculine and that includes trans girls, pass it on. Nonbinaries are allowed to use feminine or masculine expression, pass it on.

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Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

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reblog if your blog is safe for trans witches, non binary witches, bisexual witches, gay witches, pansexual witches, closet witches, mental ill witches and all type of witches 🔮🌿