I was in PetSmart today and this happy lil lizard smiled at me!! I love him!!
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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I was in PetSmart today and this happy lil lizard smiled at me!! I love him!!

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This hotel reminds you to steal the toiletries!
I work in hotels/resorts, and honestly, take the little shampoos and soaps! We throw them away when you leave (we don’t know if you’ve opened them and messed with them or whatever, so for health and safety it all goes in the trash) If you stay at the fancier places or chains, they’ve actually done some bit of thought into the scents for the toiletries, in that if you use them while at home you’ll remember the time you stayed at the hotel and be more likely to return. Just don’t take the towels or the robes or any of that shit, it’s expensive.
This is true, all soaps, shampoos, and the like are tossed after a guest checks out of the hotel even if it’s clearly unopened because it is considered a health hazard violation in most places if they’re left there. If someone were to somehow get sick from it, a hotel can be shut down. Just take the toiletries, they’re ordered in bulk as is and only cost the hotel a few dollars to order them by the hundreds
And even if you don’t use them, you can donate them to your local homeless shelter or other similar charity and give someone something they could use that would otherwise go to waste.
PLEASE TAKE THE SOAPS. PLEASE DONATE THE SOAPS. It’s one of the biggest requests shelters/supply banks get. You want to make their fucking day? Show up with socks, undies, diapers, and toiletries.
And here I am not taking them to avoid being wasteful.
And here I was not wanting to steal things from the hotels. The more you know.
Reblogging again because I didn’t even think about donating them to charity. I figured they were too small to be useful, but they would be perfect for shelters and the like.
while we’re on the subject! if u are donating things to a shelter that supports women, especially trans women, please also consider going to the dollar store and buying a couple packs of razors! For trans women who are unable to get HRT, being able to shave helps a lot. Also if u can afford it, get a couple packs of the fancy tampons and pads!!!!
Yo my people: baby diapers. The number one thing my local homeless shelter asks for is diapers. So many of the people who need a little help through rough times are single moms doing whatever they can to make sure their kid(s) have the best life possible. Donate baby diapers!!
The fact that nobody is talking about Secret’s new commercials pisses me off
This makes me so happy ☺️
Yesssss😭 I damn near cried
I LOVE THIS OMFG
YOOOOOOOOOOO THATS AMAZING!!!!!
Can someone help me understand I wanna cry to ..I feel something went over my head
The woman in the bathroom is trans and is scared that if she comes out of the stall the women that walked in will insult or harass her. but when she comes out they compliment her on her dress instead. The add ends with saying “stress tested for women.” It means Secret is including trans women in their definition of women.
I have reblogged this three times now, each one mentioning the fact that Secret not only included a trans woman, but that they /had the other women compliment her dress and treat her with respect/. I will reblog this every time I see it because it’s so important. More companies should involve trans people in their marketing - we do exist. Props to Secret for getting in on this movement. It makes me really happy to see more of the trans community represented in daily television.
Reblog the shit out of this
We need more positive things like this!
Okay but I did cry
This is beyond beautiful
My one question - is the girl in the video a trans girl? Trans representation is good ofc but it would be even better if she was actually a trans woman!!
Yellow Paint
You are my yellow paint. The one thing I can’t possibly hate. I don’t know how so much beauty Could bring such a tragic fate. But you are my yellow paint.
Michelangelo was a World-renowned artist. But he was also insane. So insane, in fact, that he Consumed yellow paint. His art gave him an extended lease on life, and he ingested the yellow happiness In hopes of living another day. But instead, it was toxic. It was one of the main causes of his death.
You are my yellow paint. The one thing I can’t possibly hate. I don’t know how so much beauty Could bring such a tragic fate. But you are my yellow paint.
You are my yellow paint. Beautifully hypnotic yet Oh so toxic, And dating you went against All my rules and logic. The cause of our demise, It came to no surprise, But it took so long to Realize the real lies that you were telling. I just couldn’t see it with my real eyes. But now I have a new view.
You are my yellow paint. The one thing I can’t possibly hate. I don’t know how so much beauty Could bring such a tragic fate. But you are my yellow paint.
There were red flags all over the place. You always talked behind my back. All these things that weren’t in front of my face. I’m surprised I haven’t derailed from my track. That yellow paint I consumed Soon turned to red, Red that would lead to that Fade to Black. Until I become just a black mass. Laying down colder than An iceberg hitting the Titanic Out of the blue. It felt like 20 shots Ringing through my body From the cops in my backyard, Caught off guard from Being unarmed and talking on the phone. Apparently I looked suspect, And I guess 14 minutes is the Time gap between Brutality and medical help.
When that yellow turned to red, There was no help in sight. Fade to black. My hands were cuffed and I was patted down from My head to my socks.
Somehow someway, I came back to life. It’s hard to cheat death When you’re digging your own grave. The love I showed you was The most I coulda gave. But every bond must someday break. Our love is no more. You were my yellow paint.
You said: NOBODY WANTS TO SEE YOU. IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, I WOULDN’T EVEN SEE THE PREVIEW. BEST BELIEVE THERE WOULDN’T BE A SEQUEL, ‘CAUSE EVERY TIME I SEE YOU I WANNA LEAVE YOU SEE-THROUGH. AND TRUST ME, IT AIN’T GOOD ENOUGH TO LEAVE YOU IN THE ICU, ‘CAUSE THE NEXT TIME YOUR HOMIES SEE YOU, IT BETTER BE IN A BOX LOWERING SIX FEET UNDER AND YOU’RE THE PERSON THAT THEY SAYING RIP TO.
Somehow, I didn’t fall off. I ended up punching my walls so much I’m surprised I didn’t break them all off. Healing has been done. Trusting the process of this detox. That part of my life is now kept in a box That’s intensely locked. I’m glad that I’ve finally detoxed.
You were my yellow paint. The one thing I couldn’t hate. We both moved on, Which means a clean slate. You were my yellow paint.
- @shy-jellyfish-nightmare
jesus fuck. no no no. it was van gogh that got famous for eating the yellow paint. michelangelo never ate fucking paint. the only thing he did was get pissed at the pope and paint dicks on the ceiling of a church. take an art history class and get depressed you motherfucker.
Memories
"Last spring's soliluquy: as grass grew up through my grandfather's dust, I found a box of his step-away step-mother-in-law's past faded silver photographs, grey breath under sepia skin. She sailed to this country over whipped meringue mountains, crushed glass wind leaving blood and bloodstains behind her. Following the north west Jewish star, she ripped herself free of Ukranian snow and wrapped herself warm in dreams of summer. The closer I trace her journey to the present, the more tangled it becomes; knotted gift wrap ribbon. Her daughter says I look just like her, with hurricane eyes and storm-twisted smile, and while I am two lifetimes too late to learn why she couldn't bring her world to this one, or the next, I feel her written words watering my houseplants. Black blue ink, liquid life story letters seeping into leaves and gathering sun, bringing life to this thriving prosthetic, though she knows she does not belong."

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smack that rb button if you’re gay & suck at fortnite
the only thing I suck at besides fortnite is my trans gf can I get an amen
Leaf-Imprinted Lungs
"My coming out story is one of slow strangulation, of vines growing up between cracked concrete. The lies that compose my childhood songs settled like dirt into floorboards. Memories swirl into a Midwestern dust bowl, a life of Oklahoma (no homa, bruh) Then, as pages of Proverbs return in the wind, A sandstorm blocks the sun and I cannot breathe. The first girl I ever fell to the ground-floor for had hair the color of my mother's anger; scissors snipped our dead ends away, but took off more length than I wanted. The second girl I stepped in to sell my soul for was a daisy in a forest of pine needle eyes, sugared lies, like "I love you" and "I'll never leave", promises we'll never keep, regardless of intentions. Implementing isolation and repressing reactions seemed the only way to handle my heat. Potholder straitjackets and disconnected internet, mixed and moulded memories pushed me to the edge of the stove boil over a flame bubbling in the darkness. The words that fill my ears are backdoor-handed slaps, sentences that hit the water like teardrops, or rain. Even now, I'm driving with blinker blinders on no headlights, just moonlight and closed,clothed, closeted gates. Lock the doors, lock me down, but don't make me lock her out. Learning to love who I loved is the hardest thing I've ever learned to love to do."
So your girl went on a fantastic date last weekend with a cute girl and we took photos!! She's fantastic and I hope it works out :) #photoblr #photo #photography #gay #queers
I think that the most relatable thing I've seen all day is this pile of forks scattered across the sidewalk in front of my school.
how disastrous of a gay are you? like on a scale of “one” to “mispronounce your own name in front of a cute girl”
because i know where i land and it’s in the triple digits
I'm somewhere in between "fall down the stairs" and "anxious breakdown".

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walks up to a couple
So who’s the seagrass and who’s the clam in this relationship?
this is the only analogy that's gonna make homophobic high schoolers understand what they sound like. thank u psat.
sometimes anxiety makes me feel the way Ted Cruz looks
uncomfortable and ready to send letters to newspapers confessing to multiple crimes
an explanation of my url: poetry from a suicide note
"You gave me a ring that turns my skin green, but I don't mind the color. It reminds me that our love is a forest. You dip your roots into the ice and stretch your leaves into the snowy sky. I crackle under the weight of flames, started by a shy angel's stray shooting star cigarette. The winter is coming for us both, darling, but I'll burn before I see you freeze."
Portrait. I love drawing people. You get to stare at a reference picture of someone, memorizing the contour of their cheeks and the highlights in their eyes. It's a good way to remind yourself that we're all human, ephemeral, temporary, sparkling brilliantly for a moment before bursting into flame.
I spend a lot of time painting to help with stress. Bob Ross' videos take up most of my storage space. I'll probably post quite a bit of artwork on here over time.

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