I wanna play 7 in Heaven With strangers in neon lights Feeling a little too high
This election is one of the most important political events of the century. You're not just voting for yourself, your circle, your state, or even your country -you're voting for the entire world. America needs someone who represents the true majority, someone who'll do their job not just as a figure, but a doer. Someone, who'll take responsibility over matters.
The US president is a very influential person. The next to carry that title will have incredible control over a lot of important issues in the coming year alone.
Please, use your heads, use your voices and most importantly, use your votes, 'cause you can & we're counting on you to make a wise decision.
mie: *koittaa myydä tarpeettomia vaatteita pois*
tori: Valitse sukupuoli
tori: *ei anna valita kategoriaa/julkasta ilmotusta ilman sukupuolta*
mie:
The queer community includes🏳️🌈
Homosexuals (gay & lesbian) Bi- & pansexuals
Asexuals Aromantics
Demisexuals & demiromantics
Folks whose romantic attraction ≠ sexual attraction
Cis queers Trans folks
Genderfluid folks Gender neutral/agender folks
She/her, he/him & they/them pronouns Neo pronouns
Monogamous queers Polyamorous queers
Folks who changed labels along the way Queers who made their own labels
Excludes⛔
Pedophiles & all minor-attracted people Zoophiles Any and all arguably unethical paraphilias in general
Queers, who discriminate against other queers Those who give us a bad name by being abusive or ignorant
Cis-gender, monogamous heterosexuals (allies are welcome to where they're welcomed & it's great to support your friends & family, but some spaces should be left exclusively queer & that should be respected)
♥️ So next time I write 'LGBT+', 'LGBTQ', or just 'queer', I'm not being uninclusive, my dyslexic ass just can't memorize any more letters
them: sit straight / sit like a lady
my queer ass:
One more reason to move abroad: homeschooling in Finland is so damn hard, expensive and socially unexpected/alien, that it’s practically impossible for an average parent to do.
listen, sometimes I just wanna drop everything & live off of intentionally obscure art
He took the matchbox from my shaking hands and lit one. The whole thing caught flame easily. Hardly stepping away he dropped it on the ground, which sparked an immediate chain reaction. We'd done good prepping.
He wrapped his arm around me, and I leaned into him. It was a warm autumn evening; he had sundrops in his hair, the air smelled of wildflowers and gasoline. Running his fingers trough my hair he began humming a familiar tune, a lullaby father had taught me. I glanced up at him, and saw the reflection of our home in his eyes. Something inside broke and collapsed. I finally dared look straight at the house. The fire had spread quickly, already eating away at the upstairs outer wall.
Smoke began to clog the view before our lungs. He took a deep breath, and began guiding me gently toward the car. A single suitcase filled with books & paintings laid on the back seat. It was all we'd taken from our years here. I wrapped his coat tighter around myself, as we drove off into the world outside the manor.
People want us dead when they most need us. Deep inside they know, We could help if they only let us.
And we keep trying, We come back again and again, & we get chased out town after town.
Until we become the crazy old lady in the woods, you always saw us as.
The curse of a good heart. The curse of (not) knowing better.
writer | sleeper | learner ♥️ a sucker for good food & entertainment
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