Everyone that knows me knows I love chocolate, cheese and most other dairy products… a lot.
Unfortunately, my stomach does not love it… at all.
I tend to conveniently forget this fact when consuming such products…
Then I remember and still think that it doesn’t matter because it tasted fantastic.
Until a little while after when it feels like this is happening inside of my digestive track:
And I’m like:
Rinse and repeat every week or so.
what!!!!
(Source: trust)
(Image: Black background with pansexual flag, bisexual flag, intertsex flag, queergender flag and transgender flag text: I thought I knew what my sexual/gender identity was…then I joined tumblr)
I was picking out a shirt to wear today, I chose my To Write Love On Her Arms shirt, I just realized it was a girl cut tee…damn
So I picked out my SexConnection shirt

It’s a girl cut too
Why the hell are all my cute shirts for girls, and second why am I buying them….maybe it’s because girl shirts are way cuter than guy shirts… I just wish there was a shirt for me.
Some days I wish I knew what that felt like….
(Source: booksandporn)
I went to church with my mom for Mother’s Day, it was nice but all throughout the service I was trying to decide if I was the hypocrite for being there or if the rest of the people were for making me feel like that.