Take me dancing

Alguns tentam falar bonito, outros fazem isso sem o menor esforço. Acho que aqueles que tentam não são realmente sinceros no que falam, já os que conseguem é porque só falam o que o coração manda atravez das lágrimas que caem no rosto dos que sentem. Se o seu sonho for ter aquela pessoa ao seu lado, ou passar naquela faculdade tão desejada, ou até ter o sonho de ser cantora tem que segurar firme nesse sonho e não deixar ele ir. Todos tem o direito de sonhar, mas realiza-los é um direito daqueles que lutam. Então lute.
Aprendi a NUNCA DIZER NUNCA com um menino que de certa forma me apaixonei, aprendi a falar com meu coração atravez da música, percebi que o diferente é o mais legal pelo fato de tirar sorrisos dos rostos de quem amo, e que as vezes as pessoas atiram pedras em coisas que brilham.

“ Through my love for you, I want to express my love for the whole cosmos, the whole of humanity, and all beings. By living with you, I want to learn to love everyone and all species. If I succeed in loving you, I will be able to love everyone and all species on Earth… This is the real message of love. ”

—     Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)

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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.

I will always reblog this

Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.

Oh fuck yes.


If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.

Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.

God bless drag queen omg

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