time to call out this transphobic ass. tw for #transphobia, #misgendering, #binarism, & #homophobia mention.
under the cut!
please reblog this this guy is seriously bad news
what kind of url is nagikotomaeda that is the real problem here
a CEO walks into his office “any messages?” he asks his assistant
“two anons want to know who tom petty is and one just says ‘post your ballsack’”
“got it. check my dashboard”
“that skeleton gif you like is back again”
he rubs his chin pensively “mm. reblog that”
hey straight people how’s that going for you?
fine actually. how’s being intolerant of nature’s choices going for you?
it’s going real great! i don’t understand why the leaves fall off the fucking trees in the winter and it pisses me off
A girl was excited for her sweet 16, and she asked her boyfriend to buy her a car. He said yes. The night of the party, he didn’t come. She was very sad. Then she found out he’d died trying to drive two cars at once to her party. Like this if you love your boyfriend.
your aunt, niece, or cousin,
I am my own person,
and I will not set fire to myself
to keep you warm.
I meant to text her, “I’ll be there soon,” but I accidentally typed, “I’ll be there son,” and now she thinks that we’re doing this weird role play thing and she keeps referring to me as her father and asking me to help her with tuition and stuff.
I had never been on a blind date before. I was excited and nervous. What if he was ugly? What if he was the man of my dreams? What if he was the man of my dreams in every way except his appearance? What would I do? Would I be able to stand being seen in public with a monster? Nobody would know how great he was except for me. They would just see his thick, scabby exterior and assume that I was only dating him for his money or that he had a terminal illness and that he guilted me into being in a relationship with him.
"You don’t know anything!" I would yell at their staring faces. We would run into a store in an attempt to find shelter from their harsh, judging eyes. He would apologize for putting me through this.
"Don’t you dare apologize," I’d say. "You’re wonderful. You’re the man of my dreams except for how you look."
"Thanks," he’d say.
I’d wipe the tears off of his flaky cheeks and immediately wash my hands for fear of catching the ever-intensifying skin disorder he had. When I would come back from the bathroom, he wouldn’t be there. In his place would be a note.
"I am so sorry, my love. I can no longer stand to put you through this constant misery. You are an angel of infinite grace and patience and I am but a humble ghoul. I do not deserve such a wonderful gift as you and you do not deserve to be subjected to this torture by associating with somebody like me. I will never be able to thank you for the countless things you have done for me. You have made me a better person. You have taught me so much. You have shown me joy and beauty and life. I love you more than I could ever say.
Goodbye, my love.”
I wouldn’t be able to breathe. The ugly man of my dreams would be gone forever. I’d be alone. I would never be able to love again.
But no, it didn’t turn out like that. The guy I was met for dinner was just a normal guy. The date was fine. He had a weird tooth, but who doesn’t these days?
I’m pretty sure that he caught me looking at his tooth a couple of times. He was a gentleman, though. He didn’t say anything about it. I was polite too. I didn’t ask him why it was so weird. When we kissed, I tried to feel it with my tongue. I couldn’t tell if I was touching the right tooth since all teeth feel pretty much the same. His mouth tasted like coins.
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