Of course I'm not homophobic. All my friends are gay. My ships are gay. My cat is gay. I'm gay.
Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad.
It is our duty as feminists to protect and respect women in Hijabs
evasive maneuvers…
No. 4
It just smells of poo. Everyday. I walk up the lane: Poo. Driving in the car: Poo. Bit of fresh air?: Poo.
I can't concentrate on my homework and I keep procrastinating.
I answered a question incorrectly today in Maths and I had to count back from ten and focus on my breathing because I could feel tears welling in my eyes. This isn't even the first time this has happened. What the hell is wrong with me?
me, handing in my essays:
In my attempt to be funny and create decent art work, this blog has emerged
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