The Poladroid Freak Team

The Poladroid Freak Team starts with feeling the need of "poladroiding" any photo or image that comes in our hands, whatever it is, wherever it comes from. Sweet kitties, lovely beaches, landscapes, gorgeous bodies, balloons, froggies, jewellery or hard porn NSFW... We do not care about copyrights or other shit like that since The Poladroid Freak Team is not a commercial business. We do love photos, we do love images, and we do enjoy Poladroid. × Rule #1. We do not make any money whatsoever out of TPFT. × Rule #2. Whenever possible, we will link to the original image and/or creator. (by clicking the photo or writen under it) × Rule #3. We will never take any credit if the image is not originally ours. × Rule #4. We might not reblog from other Tumblrs, we will post giving original credit after poladroiding their photopost. × Rule #5. We do not give a shit about Tumblarity. × Master Rule. We will strictly follow all of the rules above. Poladroid is a free software you can download for your enjoyment. Poladroid is a software that makes any kind of image/photo look like an old fashion Polaroid™ photograph. Poladroid works on both Mac and PC (Windows). The Poladroid Freak Team members and administrators are: × acidreams from Casa Acidreams × MaryDear from Mary dear and her thousand desires We are also going to accept submitions, just send your Poladroid to us with your name and your title, and also the original creator's name and site address. Submitions at this e-mail address. There are many communities out there, all of them wonderful, but we want ours.

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Today I congratulate myself and all other women, with and without pussies, to being alive and having survived. Happy International Women's Day!

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I posted this. I got this reply:

'If you dont have a pussy your not a woman even if your a pussy your not a woman so take that statement out. i still love you.'

I need to say this:

I think you have forgotten all the women who are born trapped in men's bodies. Biology is not everything.

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I laid back on my bed, probably smiling.

He said, “what do you want to listen to? You choose”. And I chose.

He said “Oh.” And smiled. We talked a little. I don’t remember about what.

I was beautiful in the afternoon light falling through the window. And he saw it. And I saw him see it. I saw him look at me and then look away too fast, look at me again and pretend to text a message to a friend about a band rehersal. The sun shone through the window into my right eye. I squinted and knew I was like honey.

And he kissed me.

He kissed me to Chelsea Hotel No2.

I hooked my leg over his and kissed him back, I’d waited for it for three weeks or more. It was perfect.

When he pulled away to leave he said “Crazy” and looked me in the eye. Nothing more.

I twirled around in sunshine and stumbled in all the perfection, calling my best friend and my mom.

Everything was perfect for the few precious seconds before he sent the take-it-back-text and it landed in music I never listened to.

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