11th February 2013

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khaoslove:

robinmorbid:

khaoslove:

robinmorbid:

second born,second best.

first time i was a trial run than they got it right!

Lucky.

DAMNIT: first time it* was a trial run then they got it right! With you!

lmao,I love you.

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11th February 2013

Post reblogged from khaos loves.. with 5 notes

khaoslove:

robinmorbid:

second born,second best.

first time i was a trial run than they got it right!

Lucky.

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11th February 2013

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second born,second best.

12th January 2013

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12th January 2013

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6th January 2013

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starsofdestiny:

suckoden:

THANKS FOR 50 FOLLOWERS! Thanks for putting up with my stupid shit.

Oh my. Ahahahahahaha. follow this blog everyone. ;]

GET IN THE VAN!!!!

starsofdestiny:

suckoden:

THANKS FOR 50 FOLLOWERS! Thanks for putting up with my stupid shit.

Oh my. Ahahahahahaha. follow this blog everyone. ;]

GET IN THE VAN!!!!

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2nd January 2013

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arabbitlivesinmybrain:

snowymote:

postapocalypticfashion:

Yes.

YES.

I WANT THIS!!!!!

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22nd December 2012

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my second favorite set of twins…first favorite on the clone technicality

28th November 2012

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17th November 2012

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queer thoughts in seven parts →

forahorizon:

one


you called me a dyke when i was thirteen years old,

already pressing six foot tall, equally sized in my self loathing,

desperate for friends, and you, you looked to the

dr martens on my feet and called me butch.

i cried, and wondered if i had the word queer stamped

across my forehead, or if i smelt

too much like the pussy you assumed i loved.


two


i had sex with a girl i didn’t like because i knew at fifteen

that lesbians don’t grow on trees like straight girls do.

we bumped against layers of fabric in her single bed,

interrupted twice because her mother wanted to know

if her “new friend” was going to stay for dinner.


three


no, i don’t want to fuck your boyfriend with you.


four


i flicked through magazines and saw brightly coloured

combat boots, winking at me from glossy pages.

two, three, four months later and the girls

that sang “i kissed a girl” at me in my

maths lessons until i cried, they were wearing them.

for years i’d worn my boots like i was carrying a cross

but when all five foot six of pretty straight girl

strutted in front of me in them, now, suddenly, it’s fashionable.


five


no, i don’t just need to find the “right guy”.


six


i’ve sat in classrooms with people that i considered friends,

people that call themselves allies. people that then turn around

and say that a child needs a mum and a dad. babies

need someone of the same “sex” as them to identify with.

i want to call their bullshit freud theory the literal mother-fucking

bollocks that it is, but i simply do not have the energy.

it is not my job to tell a girl that thinks having gay friends is

“neat” what the difference between sex and gender is.

it is not my job to calmly try and convince these people that

they are talking about things they do not understand.


seven


the next time you squeeze your hand around your dick

on a website that’s address has both “lesbian” and “xxx” in it

remember my face when you told me you thought i was unnatural

remember my face when your eyes go white and roll back into your head

and i hope you feel bad,

i hope i ruin your orgasm

because you soiled my identity like the cum stains in your underwear.

because you are not my ally and i am not your friend.

this queer has a moan that can’t be silenced by a volume dial,

and it will never be yours to hear. 

Source: forahorizon