…what if we’re ALL demons wearing meat-suits, but at some point we forgot… and the voices inside our heads, our consciences, are the real people trapped inside… begging us to do no harm?
fuck that’s deep
This is what happens when you losers turn your fandom into your whole lives and become unable to separate fantasy from fiction
every single person who reblogs this
every
single
person
will get “doot doot” in their ask box
I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRET
SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE YOU
I GOT THIS AND I WAS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK
how
i reblogged this less than 2 minutes ago
how the actual fuck
well
do not question
I want a doot doot
I’m gonna doot doot
Waiting my doot doot
I wanna doot doot
I want a doot doot
i bet it won’t work
…
i’ve been proven wrong.
WAITING
Bless me with a “doot doot”
I didnt get one
FUCK IT WORKED THEY DID IT HOW WHSOWOSOWO WHAT?!?
i want a doot doot :(
I wantttt
I would like doot doot
I want a doot doot!
I am lonely so I need the doot doot
doot doot?
Ok so today I was on the bus with another trans guy and we were talking about how hard it is to get testosterone. The waiting lists, the price, all the doctors you have to go to, that kind of stuff. Except, we were calling it ’T’, like you do when you’re both closeted and in public.
Then suddenly the elderly lady sitting behind us was like ‘young men, either I’m going crazy or you both have never heard of supermarkets, they have shelves full of tea there! Do you need directions to one?’
To which my buddy starts to explain, because why not. ‘Well you see, we’re both trans, and… ’
The lady didn’t wait for him to finish his sentence. ‘Oh no, I don’t mind that at all! Now do you want to know how to get to a place that sells tea? I’m actually heading there right now!’
We let her take us to the supermarket. We let her show us, excitedly, where the tea was. We both bought loads.
This is beautiful
