The Gay Agenda On Display For All You Guys, Gals, And Non-binary Pals

everyone needs to look at her blog because she is one of the best people i have ever seen ever

I feel really crappy about myself and Idk why. I basically do everything I do just to make other people laugh or at least feel a little better, because when I make other people happy then it make me happy. But today, it just feels like I can’t make anyone happy. I usually turn to scrolling through my dashboard, but that’s just reminding me that my posts are basically guaranteed to not even have a chance to make anyone happy, let alone be noticed. Sorry the length! Needed to get that out.

1. don’t worry about it. this blog is built for the followers and you never have to worry about annoying me with anything.

2. i’ve dealt wit some similar stuff and i’m really sorry that you’re going through this, those emotions are super tough. something that i’ve found in life is that you need to live your life for yourself. that doesn’t mean that you are selfish or ignore the needs of others, but your life is just that- yours. so try and work toward making yourself happy just as much as you would anyone else. it improves your life immensely and it actually ends up making others happier as well.

hope you start to feel better, sending you all my love💕🌸

someone help i’ve got no dang clue how to use the tags

I had an idea for a story, here’s the rough draft

The angel fell. She stared up at Heaven and wept. She wept, and saw her tears streaming out above her. She reached out a hand toward the sky, but there was nothing she could do. All the angel could do was stare and weep. She felt something then. She felt the feathers being stripped from her wings. But she did not cry out. She felt her halo shatter into a hundred thousand pieces she felt those pieces sting her eyes and her back and her legs and her everything. But still, she did not cry out. She whispered something. She whispered “Why? What have I done that is so wrong that I have been cast out of Heaven?” The angel felt her wings begin to change and become leathery. She said no. She felt horns begin to push out from her skull and she said no. The angel felt something fade away from the hundred thousand pieces of her halo. It was replaced with something new and gray. She felt her wings break, and she did cry out, for she did not know what it meant. The angel’s wings healed into something new and gray. She felt the feathers grow back, new and gray, just like the rest of her. The angel felt the pieces of her halo pull themselves out of wherever they were and form anew. She no longer wept, for she had changed. She was stronger now. She smiled. The demon rose. She stared down at Hell and raged. She raged, and saw her tears streaming down into the abyss. She scrabbled for something to pull her toward the depths, but there was nothing she could do. All the demon could do was stare and rage. She felt something then. She felt the skin being stripped from her wings. But she did not cry out. She felt her horns shatter into a hundred thousand pieces she felt those pieces sting her eyes and her back and her legs and her everything. But still, she did not cry out. She screamed something. She screamed “Why? What have I done that is so wrong that not even Hell itself will have me?” The demon felt her wings begin to tear from her back. She said no. She felt her red eyes begin to fade into blindness and she said no. The demon felt something fade away from the hundred thousand pieces of her horns. It was replaced with something new and gray. She felt her wings snap at the joints, and she did cry out, for she did not know what it meant. The demon’s wings healed into something new and gray. She felt feathers grow, new and gray, just like the rest of her. The demon felt the pieces of her horns pull themselves out of wherever they were and form anew. She no longer wept, for she had changed. She was stronger now. She smiled.

an actual picture of me trying to make a creative post

why is this me just freaking talk to him you moron

what I didn't say anything

Due to personal reasons I will be refusing to talk to a single person I find attractive

Speaking of, I’m out of ideas for patches on his jacket! Also, to clarify: it’s not just filler, I want to share one of my stories with the internet. Update: I’ve decided on bi

I’m working on a character drawing and I’m trying to decide what his sexuality is. He has a boyfriend, and I’m currently thinking either bi or just gay. I know y’all probably don’t care, but I just felt like it might be a good way to start getting more stuff on my blog.

well crap

Am I the only one who always says what’d I miss whenever I come back into a room specifically because Hamilton

Questioning My Gender

So Idk if I’m nb, trans, cis, fluid, or what. I’m a boi, and I’ve started wearing some more feminine clothes. One day when I looked in the mirror, I saw I looked pretty feminine and I got really happy. ＼_(^^)_／