Fuck it.

I'm 15.
I am who I want to be.
I don't care what you think of me.
Why 'love' when you can have fun and be just as pleased?
I've come to the conclusion that happiness is a given.
I've also come to realize that, even with my preferences, I like people in general.
Both male and female.
Who says that happiness has specifics?
It doesn't.
Happiness, joy, life, liberty, rights, fun, enjoyment, etc., is for all.
I do what I want.

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if my son is gay

son: mom... i'm gay
me: what was that?
son: i'm... gay
me: HA! KNEW IT!
son: wh...what?
husband: what's going on?
me: OUR SON'S GAY!
husband: oh god.
son: wait, is that okay?
husband: no, i mean yes, it's definitely okay, just, er... your mother...
me: ARE YOU DATING ANYONE?
son: i—
me: YOU CAN DATE WHOMEVER YOU WANT
son: that's great mom bu—
me: I AM SO PROUD OF YOU
husband: your mother has this thing about ga—
me: I'M GOING TO BAKE YOU A CAKE
son: mom that really isn—
me: HAVE YOU EVER SEEN GLEE? HAVE I EVER SHOWN IT TO YOU?
husband: shit
me: WHAT ABOUT X-MEN?
son: dad, what's going o—
me: WE ARE GOING TO STAY UP LATE AND TALK ABOUT BOYS
husband: walk away slowly son i'll try to handle your moth—
me: YOU CAN HAVE AS MANY SLEEPOVERS AS YOU WANT WITH BOYS OR GIRLS AS LONG AS IF IT'S BOYS THEY'RE CUTE
son: i'm scared
husband: it's okay. i was worried that this was going to happen
me: I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR SO LONG

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tomkaulitzohmy:

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I want that kind of monster under my bed!!

(Source: phrex, via aurlyoucannnotfind)