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lycisca

chomp chomp

gryffon

nefja

I-I'm sorry but I can't stop thinking about this

tiger-in-the-flightdeck

My roommate just called from the kitchen to ask what was wrong because I laughed so hard I gave myself a coughing fit.

supreme-leader-stoat

I'm so glad the music is what I thought it'd be.

vampires-journal

I think it’s real important that the trans community does it’s best to keep open arms for people who detransitioned, even the people who detransitioned because they figured out they weren’t actually trans at all, forever but especially in the next few years as anti-trans stuff picks up and I think our groups have more in common than they don’t and some of our struggles will be theirs too.

yonhyakunijyuumoyase

funnytwittertweets

pidoop

me when I have a medium day: let’s spice it up with a little treat

sensiblereblogifposts

Reblog if you deserve a little treat

griffmstr

Even his glasses have subtitles

guy-jean

Next-level typesetting

arex

Bro?

kotsuso

are you fucking kidding me

tiktoksformyfriends

siliquasquama

borkthemork

Another example that humanity never really changed

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seabeck

Nurse log, Seabeck

timemachineyeah

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poztatt

DPC and DPL. Dead People’s Clothes and Dead People’s Leather. Their toys, their paintings of half naked, naked, screwing men. The statues. The leather. The sling. The posters. The … all of it. We’d literally Straighten homes. Depending. Some families knew and were fine. Or more ok. But pictures of other guys on phones was the least of it. I have… leather that’s been passed through three or four men who’ve died before getting to me. They’re the heirlooms now, passed down chosen families. Sometimes there were crews. We’d show up as soon as possible, as a unit. We’d hit the bedrooms first. Clear out closets, under beds, bedsides. We’d donate, throw out, take mementos. Pass on. Secret lives and secret, us only treasures. Then we’d leave. For some family’s you never talked about it. They never knew. It was better all around. I have vests, gloves. A belt. Arm bands. Paintings. T-shirts. Photos, undeveloped film that’d I’m still somewhat terrified to try to get developed (lol). We live on in the living rooms of others.

theequeerstrian

This is. A very important message for the younger generations of queers.

We still have so much father to go, but y'all. Don’t let our past be forgotten.

ricemilk413

Transcription: So back in the late 80s and early 90s, when I was 20 and there was another friend dying of AIDS like every three weeks. Yeah, seriously those days were terrible. Young gay men now will just never know what it was like. But when a friend would die we would ALL know exactly what to do. We’d get to their houses as fast as possible (most of us already had a key) and we would know EXACTLY where the smut was, we would know EXACTLY where the stuff they didn’t want their family to find. We would get it and we would destroy it. OR we would keep it for ourselves if it was cool, or we would donate it to…something. I dunno. It’s kind of a messed up memory, but uh, back then we all just had to have each other’s backs and uuh, yeah. This video just reminded me of that.

valtsv

this is going to sound like such a little sibling ass take but i genuinely believe that being a little bit annoying is actually a greater sign of maturity and self awareness than being universally likeable and on good terms with everyone

valtsv

if some people find me annoying and can't stand me because of how i think and act then that means i'm a fully realized human being with my own personality and opinions and free will and not just a reflective surface for other people's desires, which is in fact a good thing despite what people who want you to just be a reflection of their own opinions and desires will tell you, and why being considered "cringe" or whatever doesn't bother me at all

valtsv

also it's really funny when you're confident enough in yourself to know that people not liking you isn't always a sign that you're the problem. like there's something undeniably hilarious about being aware your mere existence has the power to piss someone off and ruin their day and i recommend embracing it.