I'm sorry, but we will never see a line like "Look what the homosexuals have done to me!" on television ever again. Those days are gone. Over.
That time I turned up to his house wearing only a trench coat and nothing else and he wasn't even home
I went a little harder on leg day yesterday than usual, and now every time I stand up, a part of me prays for a swift death.
Ended out with a group of people who are autistic, and one of them can only really communicate through dance. So I've spent two hours dancing with him and I've had such a good time!! My legs are going to be so fucking sore tomorrow.


