Hey you!! Smile you're pretty!!
Just want to see how many of my followers actually reblog this.
IT’S OKAY
TO BE GAY
I WON’T MIND
IF YOU LIKE YOUR KIND
IT’S OKAY
TO BE GAY
I’D STILL LOVE YOU
AND OTHERS WILL TOO
people are fine by me.
everyone should reblog this
for the gifs XD
this is so….. .__.’ *reblogs*
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So this year I’m turning 16 on my birthday.
All I really want is a pet hedgehog.
My dad won’t get me one, unless I get 200+ reblogs.
I want to name him Martin.
IF YOU LIKE HEDGEHOGS AND/OR SHERLOCK HOLMES, PLEASE REBLOG. I WILL POST PERIODIC PICTURES OF IT WHEN/IF I GET IT.
Yesterday my mom posted a picture on Facebook of my 5 year old brother Sam wearing a pair of shoes he picked out for his first day of preschool.
She explained to him in the store that they were really made for girls. Sam then told her that he didn’t care and that “ninjas can wear pink shoes too.”
Sam went to preschool and got several compliments on his new shoes. Not one kid said anything negative toward him about it.
However, my mom received about 20 comments on the photo from various family members saying how “wrong” it is and how “things like this will affect him socially” and, put most eloquently by my great aunt, “that shit will turn him gay.”
My mom then deleted the photo and told Sam that he can wear whatever he wants to preschool, that it’s his decision. If he wants to wear pink shoes, he can wear pink shoes.
Sam then explained to her that he didn’t like them because they were pink, he liked them because they were “made out of zebras” and zebras are his favorite animal :)
“Ninjas can wear pink shoes too.”
Best. Explanation. Ever.“made out of zebras” Omfg this kid, hes my hero.
This could convince me to wear shoes like this in the future, if they’re zebra ninja shoes.
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Today, i told my mom that i don’t know what to do with my life, i told her that i don’t like what i was doin’ anymore and ask her if i can change what i was doing for something else, and she look at me and started to telling me all my weakness, insecurities, and my deffects and i… i can’t stop crying
i love my mom but sometimes i feel like she is tired of dealing with me…
i just needed to share this…. to make me feel better.
Thank you for your attention.
