"You are so much sunshine to the square inch!"--Walt Whitman

Happy Girls are the Prettiest

10 things i hate about you:
“I’m down, I’ve got the 411, and you are not going out and getting jiggy with some boy, I don’t care how dope his ride is. My momma didn’t raise no foo’!”

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So I just graduated and all the couples are breaking up at a terrifying rate. I was sort of freaking out about it when my boyfriend calls me out of nowhere and says, “We’ve been together for three years and I fall in love with you over and over again every day. How many guys get to say that? That is so amazing. I love you.” Bare in mind that my boyfriend is no eloquent romance-novel, soliloquy-wielding kind if guy. Made my day. :)

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When an employee at the McDonald’s drive through asks me how I’m doing, I always ask them back, just in case they need someone to talk to because you never know

Those fries could be salted with tears

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I’M DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL

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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.

HALLELUJAH!

YAY HAPPY ENDINGS WITH DRAG QUEEN SAVIORS!

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OVEREXPOSED: CALL ME MAYBE

This.

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