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I have, once again, found myself thinking about how my music teacher in elementary school was a creep and some of the evidence that was used to get him fired were a bunch of pictures of elementary-school-aged me in class. Nothing crazy. Just stalkery pictures of me on Kelly Seger’s crusty iPad.

And he’d dump his kid on me if he ever needed to bring her in with him. (We were the same age and she didn’t go to my school.)

He also bragged about how he knocked a kid’s tooth out by flicking his favorite xylophone mallet into her face.

He made us have a six-month-long David Bowie unit that wasn’t in the curriculum after he died. And don’t get me wrong, I have always loved David Bowie, but Kelly Seger took his death REALLY hard.

Bro now reaches out to past students and tries to get them to record songs in his private studio.

This dude was a literal cartoon villain. He WAS Mr. Crocker.

I wonder what everyone was doin’ in Boston today in 1919…

The sheer amount of POWER I hold in this lil’ noggin ‘o’ mine.

This girl went IN DEPTH into her weird Harry Potter fanfic/role-play game she created with her cousin years ago and I TOOK. NOTES.

I could just write out what happened, and attach the official art they created for it, and send it out to the masses.

I am genuinely considering this.

Real talk, girl talk.

Do you think I’m going home and sobbing to MCR when y’all call me emo?

And real talk, girl talk.

Why do y’all get so butt-hurt when I call you a prep in retaliation??

And REAL talk GIRL talk.

If you don’t want me to call you that, why do you call yourself preppy???

And REAL TALK, GIRL TALK.

Is it REALLY the end of the world if someone you’ve been mocking for years is quoting My Immortal to their friends after calling you a prep????

AND REAL TALK, GIRL TALK.

I REALLY don’t understand why this is an issue, preps; get over yourselves

Sergei and I had this crazy bonding moment a few years ago where we were in Florida and I got up to pee and The 27 Club was on (it was like four AM) and I just watched in confusion and awe at this guy wearing a toupee that didn’t match what hair he had left as he begged me to pray and as Jesus something and then I looked over and Sergei was also sitting up and watching it and we just stared at each other and watched this guy for a while. We still talk about it sometimes because of how weird it was. Neither of us are Christian, which makes the whole thing funnier

No, babe, it was just the way you said you were gonna forget we talked over summer break, then called me a monster, and fucked my best friend

Everyone, you need to stare at the nearest trans person RIGHT NOW. And give them a safety vest and other reflective shit for good measure

To whoever is singing in the storage room, you sound beautiful and I too live for the applause, applause, applause

Today, I had my demonias on. This guy was behind me and yelled, “LOOK AT THE FAG IN THE BOOTS,” and lil’ buddy thought he was doing something. Like, yeah. Look at me. I’m hot

One time, my old group of friends tried to guilt me into going on a roller coaster with a weight requirement because of a drop. I didn’t meet the weight requirement. The told me that I should just go any way and then made fun of me and called me a pussy for being scared. Yeah, I was scared. Scared of being hurled from a fucking roller coaster and like eighty miles per hour. And the best part of this story is that the thing BROKE before they even got on it.

I don’t talk to these people anymore.

I do not appreciate how my brain functions on both cat logic and vampire logic. You need to invite me to talk or look at you or exist, until you don’t and I never shut up and get offended that you’d let me yap that long

I just want three other people to do that lil’ part in the Russian sailor dance with. Is that too much to ask??

I feel like the, “Please don’t talk to me; I just ate glass,” guy right now and it is NOT tickityboo

Happy Morrissey month to all those who celebrate 🏳️‍🌈🇬🇧💣🎤💀

I spent about fifteen minutes scream-crying in my car today, and now I’m waiting to silence-cry in the shower. I did not make it to where I was headed. I didn’t make it out of the driveway <3

This was a real conversation between a friend of mine and I

This was a real conversation between a friend of mine and I

I love when someone asks if I do something that happens to send me into trauma flashbacks. And I mean things that they’d genuinely have NO IDEA would do that. But do I let this upset me? No, no. We end up being like:

“Do you listen to Mother Mother?”

“Not since the incident”

And then they nervously giggle while I explain the incident in full detail <3

Thinking about the time a few friends and I were dancing on stage in our school’s auditorium for funzies before the middle schoolers we were being stage crew for got there and then they started an active shooter drill (yee-haw) and we ran to the girl’s dressing room (one girl, one enby, and two boys) and we hid behind props and under costumes and quietly played Taylor Swift while pooping ourselves because we could hear the fake intruders walking around and the announcements kept coming on and saying they were getting closer to the auditorium THAT WE WERE IN

Then it ended and we went back to dancing and the middle schoolers showed up