Shout Out To All The People Whose Friends Have Made Them Feel Guilty For Being Themselves. Shout Out

Shout out to all the people whose friends have made them feel guilty for being themselves. Shout out to all the people who have no support. To all the people doing it alone, outcasted, misfitted where you should belong, surrounded by hate. You guys are troopers. You're doing amazing. And if no one else is, I'm proud of you🖤

I have problems with fear and anxiety and started really freaking out about the dark today because the dark is scary. I started praying and thought of you and how you were really shining your light in a community and platform that can mostly wants to be against us. But you were there shouting the love of Christ. You’re awesome man <3

You have no idea how much that means to me. I really appreciate it. Jesus is there for you, always. Even in the dark🖤🖤🖤

Truth is, I'm a fairly negative and very mentally ill person irl... But I don't want anyone else to live their lives that way. I'm tired of all the hatred in this world, swallowing us. We need more confidence in ourselves. We need more hope. Less shame. More love. Love is punk rawk as hell🤘

If the government is the only thing stopping you, it may be time to look inward😶😶😶

Person: "With Anarchy, there's nothing to stop me from murdering and raping people, that's why we need government." Me:

Punks, goths, emos, screamos, metalheads, scene queens/kings, grunge rockers, cyberpunks, folk punks, gothic lolitas etc:

If you were gonna throw a party to celebrate your subculture (think realistic) what are some ideas you have? Decorations, DIYs, activities, playlist, all of that.

Give me your thoughts in the comments!

More of this, guys...

If you're an author/writer, a maladaptive daydreamer, alt, a cosplayer, into DnD/Roleplay, enjoy fantastical fashion, or generally just have a love for fantasy fiction... you HAVE to attend a Renaissance Faire at least once in your life.

I'm most of the above and it was an amazing experience for me. Entirely liberating. I forgot my job, my disorders, my responsibilities. Completely tossed aside my stress for an entire day. There were freaks everywhere; unusual humans of every lovely variety. My friends and I met so many great people. Anti-facists, anarchists, goths, punks...

I'm from a small town and know next to no alternative people. The X's on my gloves, safety pins, the yellow laces on my docs- people don't understand it. There I was able to speak the lingo and made friends in the process. At one point or another I was offered alcohol by a new acquaintance. Told them I was straight edge. Instead of looking at me weird, they GOT IT. Even apologized and asked if it would be disrespectful for them to drink in front of me. I'll tell ya, punks supporting other punks... nothing better.

It was like coming home.