Muke 👅💦 @elecricmuke - Tumblr Blog

She appreciates compliments, but the last thing she wants is to be known for, is her looks. She knows one day her beauty will fade and would rather be loved for her heart, mind and soul.

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tru af

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Reblog this if you are a 5sos fan AND a member of LGBTQ+

You will get sent a virtual high five

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When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

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God bless drag queens.

videk

I will always reblog this

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Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.

sonicghost

Oh fuck yes.

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If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.

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Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.

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God bless drag queen omg

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change the way you see mental illness

Anorexia does not look like a girl complaining to her friends all day about how fat she is just so she can wear a mini dress that she found at the mall to go clubbing in. Anorexia does not look like a dainty person who’s picky about what they eat. I can tell you firsthand that anorexia looks like all of your hair falling down the shower drain. It’s feeling like it’s constantly -10 degrees outside when it’s actually 75 and sunny. It looks like hair all over your body because your body is making you feel like you’re freezing all the time. It looks like bruises all over your body because you don’t have enough vitamins in your system. My fingernails would turn purple and my hands would look like they belonged to a ghost. I could barely breathe, I could hardly walk around my high school to get to all my classes in time. It was constant anxiety about everything around me, being in a constant state of immense fear about food, people, and myself. It was seeing my eyes sink into my skull, every inch of my spine seeping through my back, my breasts getting lost into my ribs. It’s fainting on a crowded subway to Boston while everyone’s watching you. It’s family members and people saying all the wrong things about your weight loss while you have a heart rate of 32 beats per minute.

Bulimia does not look like a girl who just burnt out her cigarette and changed her mind about the dinner she just ate so she can impress some boy. Bulimia does not look like a girl in a bathroom stall with a toothbrush down her throat so she could better fit into her prom dress. Bulimia looks like my littlest sister who was 10 years old and couldn’t understand my parents getting divorced and why we lost our house, who was so filled with self loathing and confusion that she took it out on herself. She had nails that also went purple while she was carrying the rotting stench of death everywhere she went.

PTSD does not solely affect people who have served for their country. PTSD does not always look like a traumatized father who takes it out on his family. PTSD makes me relive moments I thought I’d long forgotten about that all surround my abusive mother. Suffering from PTSD with how little it’s talked about in America, made me think that my constant inability to sleep must’ve been Insomnia. PTSD made it so I almost failed my junior year of high school because I couldn’t focus. PTSD gave me a stress migraine that lasted for 2 months straight, to the point where I had to hospitalized to make it go away.

Depression doesn’t look like someone who cries all day and complains about their life whenever they get the chance. Depression is more than just, “Go outside, you’ll feel better!” “Get out of this funk you’re in, go and see your friends!” Depression looks like my younger sister when she was 12 years old and had no one to lean on at school. It turned her into someone who never changed her clothes and had to be forced to shower. She always got strep throat because she didn’t have the will to take care of herself. My depression developed alongside my anorexia when it was at its worst.

Self harm doesn’t look like a spoiled teenager who didn’t like that their parents forbade them to see an abusive boy from school. Self harm doesn’t always look like someone who’s trying to get attention just to be the topic of conversation among their friends. Self harm looks like me and my whole family. Everyone in my family has hurt themselves at some point in their lives. My dad had to drop out of high school during his sophomore year because my grandparents got divorced and he needed to get 3 jobs in order to support my aunt. He couldn’t handle the pressure, and to this day, my 47 year old father still has scars on his arms. It looks like my mother who couldn’t handle being alone for 1 hour and split her arms open before my aunt called 911. It looks like both of my sisters who would sit in the shower with their razors and take out all of the pain that they were feeling that they refused to share.

Anxiety doesn’t look like someone skipping out on class because they didn’t do their homework. Anxiety isn’t as simple as, “Just go ahead and do it, what’s the big deal?” “It’s just the grocery store, you’ve been in here before, get over it!” Anxiety has crippled almost everyone I know. My boyfriend was no longer able to go to high school because his mind couldn’t handle all the thoughts that his anxiety gave him with being around so many people, and all of the what-ifs if he didn’t do a good enough job. Anxiety caused my friend to lose two of her jobs because she wasn’t able to talk to customers. One of my friends in high school stayed confined in her room for 2 years while the school sent her schoolwork because she wasn’t able to face crowds of people. Anxiety causes me to overthink everything, doubt absolutely everything about myself, and makes me feel like there’s no way that anyone could ever love me or even like me. It makes me feel like I’m not meant for anything because it keeps me from doing so much.

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Wardrobe. If you are upset, angry or uncomfortable with me over the clothes I choose to wear… I am not the one who needs to change. But perhaps you need to reevaluate your feelings and why my personal style is contributing to your own dissatisfaction or discomfort. Do not chastise me because I like to wear skirts and make up. Do not rebuke my existence because I look damn good in a dress. Do not reproach me with your concerns over my wardrobe because I do not get dressed for my day with you in mind. You can berate me as much as you like, but I wont change. There was a time when I had no choice but to conceal my true self to continue living alongside someone or multiple people. Thankfully, I am past that point in my life. If you have yet to reach a point in life where you feel 100% free to be yourself, now is the time to figure out how you can change your life in a positive way that allows you such freedoms. For younger individuals, this is the hardest because all you can do is wait it out until you reach an age where your parents can no longer control you and society can’t stop you. I know what that is like, I have been there! Remember, I am only 22 years old! It wasn’t until about 3 years ago when I obtained such freedom for myself. Never give up on yourself though. Never forget the person you want to be when you finally get the chance to. I sure didn’t. Xoxo -Elliott Alexzander

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Hard to not reblog this.

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MAY YOU MEET YOUR FAV IN 2016

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DONT RISK IT ALWAYS REBLOG

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CANT RISK IT

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GUYS I REBLOGGED THIS MONTHS AGO & I’M MEETING PTV NEXT WEEK I’M SO !!

the-fuckboy-whisperer

If a girl feels uncomfortable hanging out with you alone, and you get so offended by that, it makes you angry, she probably made the right choice.

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I know I’ve reblogged this recently but still so spot the fuck on.

assheol

u know the thing where boys have the slightest bit of tummy and its like a puppy belly and its so cute and soft and it kinda comes out at the sides of their jeans a tiny bit i looooooooooooooooooveee that i love it i love

assheol

honestly my favourite thing about making this post is that a bunch of guys who were/are insecure abt their tummies messaged me and told me that this made them feel good and warm u go tummy boys u go

elecricmuke

Tbh boys who has tummies are the cutest thing ever. NEVER BE INSECURE BC YOU'RE AWESOME AND SO IS YOUR CUTE TUMMY OKAY?

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Michael rapping backstage | bkstg

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Why does everyone have so much faith in 5sos being the cliche boyfriend who says all the right words?? Like $10 says that if you told Luke you loved him for the first time he’d just be like “that’s cool” and then realize three days later that was the worst possible thing he could’ve said