if 3 bitches named molly were in a polycule would it be a molecule sorry
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i hauve a cold
I'm convinced this woman is possessed by the black mold growing in her house- she's going to be the first cordyceps zombie at this rate.
Estradiol grenade
I know this will bother unhealed adults, but the real world, more often than not, does give you second chances and do overs. Very rarely are things set in stone. And people, especially young people, deserve to know that. Because lording the idea that they can never mess up, even once, does a lot more damage than good.
The thing about reclaiming slurs is that once you've been affectionally called 'faggot' by friends, loved ones, and amiable fellows on the internet for long enough, you almost forget that it means something else to people who hate you.
Honestly at this point if a stranger on the street yelled "hey faggot!" after me, I'd probably turn around like "what?" like they'd just casually called me by name, and they were only trying to get my attention because they wanted to tell me something, before processing that they're being hostile.
maybe the real cask was the friends we led into the basement and trapped in a wall along the way
the women of america were once promised that butch dykes would be lurking in all corners of society, ready to corrupt our minds and turn us all gay. what ever happened to that. where are the butches uncle sam.
i always mean it when i say i love you btw
23, witchy and pan, switchy and trans, sapphic with an achillean man 🏳️⚧️
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