This Is a Monsterous Title.

Humbert Humbert.

An evening with the broad jawed, queer accented man with seductive demenor?

Well, what is small Lolita to do but go along with his escapades?

I foresee wickedness tonight.

AUGH!

I reaaaaaally want to stretch my ears to 5/8ths….. BUT I HAVE NO ROOM ANYMORE!
-Table flips- 

Second Note.

Tumblr just suggested I follow ugly people problems….
OUCH! 

I just…

Want my tattoo right fucking now!

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.

(Source: b-random, via truffleshuffle12)

Now I know…

Why normal people don’t suggest to “Hang out at the gym”

Because NO ONE wants to see the ending result after an hour.

It aint pretty.

Sunday Night?

So after a long day at work. Having a blasty blast with my mom, and going to the gym. Something is still missing….

I know. Im going to go have a Psycho marathon, make my bed into a fort and stay up all night.

Now I just need to kidnap Jada and we’re all set =P