

smiles for the gays


smiles for the gays
hello lgbt community i dont really want to make this post but I really need to buy an art portfolio + sleeves so that I can actually go to any uni interviews and have a chance to leave my abusive house
I only need to get around $45 / £35 and I’d really really appreciate anything you could give me
Here’s my paypal
only donate if you have spare change and please reblog
here’s some of my art if you’d like to maybe comission me instead



please help my sister, i love her so much and she’s so talented!!
in 2019 we’re not gonna purposely make ourselves sad anymore!!! no more looking at that blog bc you know it’ll make you sad! no more clicking on a link to a song that brings back bad memories or a post that reminds you of bad times just to make yourself feel bad!! we’re gonna start to love ourselves in 2019 and strive to be happy bitch!!!!!
So as much as I ABSOLUTELY hate to be that person: I’m a trans girl on the brink of homelessness after some mental health issues left me debilitated for a long time. If you could spare a little money to help me get back on my feet and establish a basis for myself, here is a link to my Cash App and here is a link to my Venmo. I absolutely do not expect anyone to donate nor do I think there is any obligation for anyone to so if you can’t or if you don’t want to then hey no worries, but if you do, then trust me when I say it is appreciated SO MUCH
me, a lesbian, mistaking a nice twink for a nice butch lesbian: [gives him the lesbian nod]
him, a twink, mistaking me for a twink: [gives me the gay once over]
me, a sensitive dyke: [calls an uber and spends the whole time misty eyed, wondering why this nice butch would look me over like i wasn’t a HUMAN BEING, like i was something to be gawked at. i ignore my Uber driver’s attempt at small talk, staring out the window and questioning everything i know about life, meaning, and the pursuit of lesbianism]
him, a confused gay: [stares at the space this twink just vacated, completely floored. a nod. does he think this is a game. does he think this is a joke. this isn’t a PTA meeting where you nod at your old friend but also secret enemy Brenda from across the room. was i not even worth the once over. have i lost my game. what does this mean]
some of you have never treated a cat with enough love and kindness to experience their adoration and trust and it shows
You run a tattoo parlor. Every couple of weeks, the same customer comes in, always requesting the same tattoo: an additional tally mark on an ever-growing cluster of tally marks.
“what are you counting”
“how many tattoos i’ve gotten”
“i’m no longer serving you”
god… the romance of sitting in a room with the person you love, each of you doing your own thing like reading a book or playing a game…. silent but full of love and warmth
when mcdonalds accidentally gives you an extra chicken nugget

@sparkleglimmer sorry this is late!!! here’s your gift for the @sherasecretsanta :)