well dang.

» : Just a word of advice.

You can’t love anyone until you learn to love yourself.

In other words, if you NEED someone to make you happy, you’re setting yourself up for hurt right from the start. Maybe you are in love with their face, their presence, their hugs or their kisses or whatever they do that makes you happy; but…

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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.’

God bless drag queens.

(Source: b-random, via hannahisokiedokie)

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because it is obviously my fault.

i obviously made you cheat on her. i mean, how could i? oh wait. I FUCKING DIDN’T. that’s right. you chose to do this, and now you’re choosing to lie to her and everyone else. but when they find out? of course, it’s because of me.

YOU were the one who tried to fuck me. YOU were the one who kept pushing, even after i said no. YOU were the one who didn’t care, even when i said you were cheating. YOU were the one who said it was okay. YOU were the one who kept going.

tell me: why is everything my fault now?