Dear Yahoo,
If you would like Tumblr users to like you, remove the post limit and word limit on messages.
If you place ads on our dash or charge for use every month, there will be a war. You have an army. We have a hulk.
Regards
Tumblr Users
from left to right;
I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.
My friend’s parents sent her away.
I found death threats in my locker.
I submitted to electroshock therapy.
I lost half my friends after coming out.
My grandmother sends me hate mail.
My school won’t let me take my date to prom.
I am not here anymore.
My dad tried to beat it out of me.
No one is proud of me.
This showed up on my blog again. Forever reblog.
The “I am not here anymore.”
Oh my. This hit hard.
i don’t even care that this isn’t black and white.
read this
I want to have a cute night with someone with these things…
If only I could afford pizza…
holy shit please - cam stalk my blog again!!!!!
An illustration I did for Instinct Magazine on unfair Adoption cases.
This should have thousands of notes.
^Seriously though.
84,908 and counting.
I reblog this every time it comes up on my dash. Such a powerful message.
the downside of living with me for my bf, i steal his jumpers all the time =3
