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we're not kids anymore.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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IF YOURE EGYPTIAN AND LGBTQ+ GET OFF ANY QUEER DATING SITES, THE POLICE ARE TRACKING AND HUNTING PEOPLE DOWN AGAIN. DELETE YOUR ACCOUNTS.
This is very real.
https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.nbcnews.com/feature/nbc-out/amp/human-rights-groups-urge-egypt-halt-crackdown-gays-n806641
I DON’T CARE IF YOU HAVE ONLY ONE FOLLOWER PLEASE EVERYONE REBLOG THIS!!!
Are these people not human? Do they not deserve the same rights and respect as a straight man? Or am I just crazy? What if it were the opposite, and straight males were being arrested for openly stating that they are in love with a woman? "That'll never happen"
So then it needs to start happening because I don't see any other way.
Fellow amemicans.
Oh no, you just broke a window
You didn’t mean to do it. But you did it. And now there’s a spooky noise coming from inside the house. You’re terrified but you can’t just run away without looking. You inch slowly toward the shattered glass, peer into the living room, and see
something strange, you cant quite tell what it is. You inch closer, carefully stepping through the window, only to trip on a
piece of glass from the window you just shattered. You fall to the ground, hard, and suddenly all is black. Moments later, or maybe hours, you come to. You open your eyes, and mere inches in front of your face is aÂ
black, charred mess. You bring your hand up to a mirror and stare at the stump where your thumb used to be. You look at the ashen blood stain on your plaid sweater that is no longer a sweater, but a ripped flag of disaster strewn across your body. You turn from the mirror and start walking into the