Ty

Your average highschooler

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Gold fish crackers

THeyre new tagline is “Always Baked”

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Hello!

I haven’t been on for a while. And I've gained 3 followers!! lol. I'm so thankful for you guys. even tho I don't know you! Don't forget to ask any question you want me to help with!! Also, dont hesitate to give me art things you want me to do, or photography, or poems/ rants

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Forced coming out

So there's is a rumor I’ve heard about someone, going around my grade. They are saying that this person is Bisexual and genderfluid. I think these types of rumors need to stop. They may not be either of those things and you may be wrongfully coming out for them. For instance, if the person was born female and still identifies that way and they are pansexual ( meaning they like every gender on the spectrum) that means they would need to clarify and right the rumors even if that's not something they would want to do. Coming out for people is wrong. Unless they tell you to do so you absolutely can not do it for them. They may not be out for a multitude of reasons. Maybe they are questioning, maybe they can’t for safety reasons, maybe they aren't even part of the LGBTQ+ community. Coming out for other people can be dangerous for them.

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Eyes like fire

There was once a girl with eyes like fire and hair like shining silk. Some days her eyes begin to dim and she needs someone to hold her up. They dim more and more each day. They go dark. Much like rain clouds, they tumble in and occupy the spaces that her shy blue eyes used to be. Her eyes are storm blue. The freckles that populate her cheeks are golden brown when the sun hits her face. She Glows. She cut and dyed her golden locks. They became messy red curls. She climbed a tree. The tallest tree should find. When she got to the top her face lit up from the rays of sun, joy, and excitement. Suddenly the branch gave way. She hit the ground. Her heart went numb. She realized no one would save the day. She lays there still, wondering: what will come pick me up and take me away.

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What

 bothers me is that there is no accounts or very little accounts dedicated to being adopted on tumblr. When People want to find out about themselves they don't wanna go have to ask someone for it they want it to be searchable so that they can figure things out for themselves. I created this account yesterday to help people who want to ask questions. I will answer LGBTQ questions, Adoption questions, and even depression/Anxiety. and some learning disabilities.

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you're a fucking fag who should die in hell

thank you but if you damn all gay people then they will be all together doing the things you don't want them to do

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Girl with my face

There is a girl and she is wearing my face.

She goes to parties, to school, and to social events.

There is a girl.

She has a boyfriend and a group of friends.

There is a girl and she’s wearing my dress.

She walks down the aisle with a big smile.

There is a girl who talks and walks like me.

Except she doesn’t stumble or falter.

I’m a girl that wears a mask.

Hidden behind my insecurities.

Hidden behind the truth

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The way they stare with pity

I told some people that I was adopted and it was cool. Then more people began finding out and it became a calamity. The people at camp stared at me like I was broken just because my family is. And when I say broken I mean as in physically not emotionally. I can never talk to my family about my issues because my parents get sensitive and my siblings hate talking about it. In all honesty, I don't talk to my siblings much. It gets tough around the kids who get afraid because they don't understand. It’s the same with being LGBTQ+ accept that no one knows but a few people who used to be my friends. Since telling some kids a year younger that I was adopted they called me a failed abortion, which really stung. "No one cares for you a bit when you're a foster kid"-Annie.

It's the hard knock life.