I'm a dreamer. Charlavail is my inspiration. I love photography, music, paramore, tattoos, movies, ice cream, lumberjack shirts, cupcakes, boys, girls, animals, books, quotes, art, ...
I tend to excessive blogging from time to time (be warned).
Homophobes who say “but the gay lifestyle leads to depression and higher risks of suicide”.
Like really? And why is that? Whose fault do you think that is?
"One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?"