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well damn

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Truth.

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Quality time,nothing quite like it.

Fire and Ice with the wife. #fireandice #shots #starwars #aftershock #drinking

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girls on their periods

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"Better"

A scene I had written and filmed for a class. It's hard making decisions for a family member that can't do it alone,but in the end they may be better off with help.

Directed by Diane Baker and Harry Winer.

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lmao,I love you.

second born,second best.

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Lucky.

second born,second best.

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second born,second best.

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Help us with funding our project! We think it has the potential to be something awesome!

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GET IN THE VAN!!!!

THANKS FOR 50 FOLLOWERS! Thanks for putting up with my stupid shit.

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I WANT THIS!!!!!

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my second favorite set of twins...first favorite on the clone technicality

credits

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one you called me a dyke when i was thirteen years old, already pressing six foot tall, equally sized in my self loathing, desperate for friends, and you, you looked to the dr martens on my feet and called me butch. i cried, and wondered if i had the word queer stamped across my forehead, or if i smelt too much like the pussy you assumed i loved. two i had sex with a girl i didn’t like because i knew at fifteen that lesbians don’t grow on trees like straight girls do. we bumped against layers of fabric in her single bed, interrupted twice because her mother wanted to know if her “new friend” was going to stay for dinner. three no, i don’t want to fuck your boyfriend with you. four i flicked through magazines and saw brightly coloured combat boots, winking at me from glossy pages. two, three, four months later and the girls that sang “i kissed a girl” at me in my maths lessons until i cried, they were wearing them. for years i’d worn my boots like i was carrying a cross but when all five foot six of pretty straight girl strutted in front of me in them, now, suddenly, it’s fashionable. five no, i don’t just need to find the “right guy”. six i’ve sat in classrooms with people that i considered friends, people that call themselves allies. people that then turn around and say that a child needs a mum and a dad. babies need someone of the same “sex” as them to identify with. i want to call their bullshit freud theory the literal mother-fucking bollocks that it is, but i simply do not have the energy. it is not my job to tell a girl that thinks having gay friends is “neat” what the difference between sex and gender is. it is not my job to calmly try and convince these people that they are talking about things they do not understand. seven the next time you squeeze your hand around your dick on a website that’s address has both “lesbian” and “xxx” in it remember my face when you told me you thought i was unnatural remember my face when your eyes go white and roll back into your head and i hope you feel bad, i hope i ruin your orgasm because you soiled my identity like the cum stains in your underwear. because you are not my ally and i am not your friend. this queer has a moan that can’t be silenced by a volume dial, and it will never be yours to hear. 

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it's like us on monster in the sky...it's accurate because you have fun hair and I'm short as fuck...

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