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Anonymous asked: wait, you broke up with him? :( i loved you two.

who is this?

i really want to just walk into the shower fully clothed and turn it on and get soaked and sit on the floor and cry like they do in films it looks fulfilling

So, you made me look like the bad guy

No one, I mean no one knows how difficult you are to be in a relationship with. You do quite a number of illegal things using my designer purses (which many now wreak). You don’t listen to rules. Your never ever happy, ever. You always talk nonsense. Fights always end in you being right because you confuse me to the point where I just give up trying to fight my point. You almost never let me decide things if they aren’t what you want to do (which is why I hardly ever make decisions). You always make me feel like the bad guy. Also, you have way more baggage then I ever will and although I accepted you, you still in some ways use it against me. 

You wanted time apart, you broke down crying saying you can’t do this anymore. Now you have forever to realize how you will never find a girl like me. I was the best girlfriend maybe not in the world but probably on the island at least. You broke my heart and walked away. I will move on, I hope you never do.

I thought I was going to marry you one day…

Instead you broke my heart into a million pieces.

I never hurt you, I never cheated on you, I almost never denied a kiss, I welcomed hugs. Yet you were so unhappy with me and I don’t know why.

Well, I hope your happy now that you’re without me.

In the end 
these things matter most: 
How well did you love? 
How fully did you live? 
How deeply did you let go?

Siddhārtha Gautama 

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)