All the homo! Homo intent fully there!

“What you aren’t going to say no homo?”

“Nah. Full Homo”

FUCKING PREACH!!

“brie larson said that she doesnt want men to watch captain marvel and thats why i hate her” gee i wonder how thats like, being told a comic book movie isnt for you, being excluded from enjoying comic book movies & superheroes in general based on your gender and nothing else. must be horrible

I honestly had a very similar thought to this while being forced to sit in church today. Yes, I'm an adult. And, yes, I still feel obligated to go to church because my family expects me to...

“Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Fucking preach it!!!

1k notes and I’ll send this to my Very transphobic Very christian parents

Reality hits hard... 😂😂

Exactly! Fuck fake pockets!

fake pockets Bad

On Dancing...

How come, I'm such an amazing dancer when I'm all alone balsting my music in the kitchen and you know like washing dishes n stuff BUT while I'm out in public like you know at a party or something I can't really dance. Instead I either kind of just do this awkward thing where I hold your hands and sway or I do all sorts of wacky ass dance moves that would have been considered ridiculous even in the 80's.

I HAVEN'T EVEN TOLD YOU WHAT THE WORST PART OF THIS IS!

The worst part of this is when I'n dancing alone in the privacy of my own home I've got some pretty epic dance moves. Like Dancing with the Stars type dance moves (Ok, I'm obviously exagerating a bit here, ok, but you get the idea) but when it's at a party I'm all like super weird and awkward dancing. So I just kind of hide awkwardly in a cirner and hope that somebody brought an animal that will find me in my distress and let me pet it. Like...somebody please explain this phenomenon to me cuz thus whoke situation is a bit like astro physics in that I DON'T GET IT!!!

Shout out to my bisexual sixteen-year-old ass who for years thought that 867-5309 was a love song written about a guy singing to a guy named Johnny not a girl named Jenny...

Sixteen year old me...YOU DONE MESSED UP!

FIGHT ME! : I say from beneath the heap of pillows and blankets that i hoard like a dragon whilst making it clear that I’m actually way to lazy to fight a kitten let alone you...

I say - That’s my story and I’m sticking to it a lot for someone who isn’t a reporter!

Deciding to start a blog comprised entirely of random funny thoughts floating through my head like...

but I’m unrepentant about this choice, so...😂😂😂🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️