Meenah
Meenah no
meow ninja meow meow
Just another herping derp on these here internets
Just letting you all know
I used to look really girly
like
really fucking girly
See for yourself
Ali
You need to calm your tits
Hey Homestucks
Did you know
Betty Crocker doesn’t just make baking mixes and fruit snacks
they also make
knives
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squishes your face and kisses your nose
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I try to never blog about my feelings unless asked, because I feel like I’m being an attention whore, but sometimes, I need to tell someone, but at the moment I don’t feel like I can go to anybody about this, except people who I don’t know, sitting on the other side of the computer screen. And even so, I’m going to try to keep things concise.
I hate being home. I’ve felt it for a while now, for years even, but ever since coming back from college I’ve realized how oppressing it is.
I no longer have the freedom I once had. I can’t see Miranda, Christy, Sara, Niki, Staver, Aly, Tati, Leslie, Lasha, Katie, Laura, Natasha, Brady, Kym, Dave, Dylan, Lauren, Sophie, Sterf, Natalie, Danielle, Gidget, Sammy, Ali ANYBODY I have grown to love since September because we all have gone back to where we came from, all over the country and the world.
We lived in a place where it was okay, even encouraged to be yourself, and now back in the real world, I can’t do that. I never can, lest I face judgement and scorn. I have to hide that I am in fact queer, that I don’t exactly fit the gender binary, that I don’t believe in God, that I am a “freak” and an “abomination”. And what’s even sadder is I used to live like this, comfortable in my oppression, fearful of the repercussions of being anything other than a white cisgender girl. Now every day is a fight with my parents because I have “changed” so much that they don’t know who I am anymore. I’ve tried to explain to you why I am this way, but you “listen” and “try to understand” and tell me it’s no okay to be me. Well guess fucking what. This is how I was meant to be, and nothing you fuckers ever could have done could ever change that.
I’ve only seen my best friend twice since I’ve been home. And while I do love her, it’s not the same. I miss being able to go over to a friend’s place to work on homework and decide we’re having a sleepover and have it be totally okay, no parents to yell at me afterwards. I miss being able to go out until 3am, living young and walking the city streets when nobody is around. I miss being able to hang out and cuddle and sleep with a warm body next to me and not have it be a serious problem.
And mom and dad, this is why I need to go to ANEXT. It’s not that I “live in my own little fantasy world”, I need my breath of fresh air, to go someplace where I can be who I am, to see some of my friends and laugh and cry and joke and FEEL them. I need to know they’re physically there, that this isn’t a dream, that I am not in fact going insane and conjuring up this sensation.
I just feel so lonely, so terribly lonely. I can’t wait to get leave this place behind again.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4uoj5jbhd1r5wgmxo1_1280.jpg)
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![When I’m with you, I feel like I could die
And that would be alright, alright
[x]
That song’s gonna be the soundtrack of my summer](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ti4tvQT61r5wgmxo1_1280.jpg)
When I’m with you, I feel like I could die
And that would be alright, alright
That song’s gonna be the soundtrack of my summer
(Source: lovequotesrus, via terminallypopacapinyoass)
IT’S THREE IN THE FUCKING MORNING
AND I HAVE WORK AT 7:30.
GO TO BED AT 1:30 TO GET UP AT 6:30, NBD I’LL GET ENOUGH SLEEP I’VE DONE WORSE THIS PAST SEMESTER AT ART SCHOOL
BUT NO
