Holy shit. That's amazing.
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“Can you hear the people sing.....”
50% with limited artistic freedom, and a little less censorship.
There’s Karaoke Night at a nearby Gay Bar. Eh, for all we know, I’ll just sing “Je L’aime á Mourir” and all of a sudden, I’ll be discovered.
Aw yes. My first album shall be entitled “Good. As. You. (GAY!)“
Will you take a 10% cut, or you want higher?
That’d be amazing. But I’m 20. The bars here are 21+
Yes, I will have memes in my honor, Have feuds with other male pop stars, and attempt to slay the Hot 100. And become famous in many countries except The USA.
Yes, I will become the gay Asian male version of Taylor Swift, and I will make a country pop crossover. It's the perfect plan, but who will be my manager?
This 4th has been surreal so far. Yesterday a group of guys tried to follow me home. And this morning I spent with my family before heading to DC. I get there, and my friends ditch me.”, and I get caught in the rain, and soaked. So I went to the museums by myself. And now, I’m waiting for the fireworks before heading…
Honestly, the most horrific part of this is, that the last group of children never made it out.
Honestly, that’s what makes the Charleston Massacre so tragic. These people openly welcomed everybody to come to the bible study, with open arms and hospitality, with kindness and care, and he still murdered them in cold blood.
When you post tweets, post the link, but replace the “mobile” part of the URL with “www” so it will show up.
It’s something that’s bothered me for a while.
I love the concept behind Free The Nipple, but can we talk about how awkward and potentially painful that position is? Her torso is contorted, and that’s bothering me for some reason.
Like, I have been on both sides, both ghosted and the person doing the ghosting.
Probably both actually, that would be a lot better than: Well this is kinda awkward.
Sadly, I’m terrible at flirting, and it’s one of the things I dislike about my Autism Spectrum Disorder. I can never understand subtlety or even blatant flirting, until they tell me I’m being “a fucking tease.”