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TEENAGE ANGST

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ok so i'm 14 and i'm really gay and i'm super confused about everything my future gives me anxiety but i've got a really cute cat and that's about it sweetheart
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THE SIGNS AS @BADMCRFICS TWEETS

aries: What's the worst that I could say?
All my fans think I am gay.
taurus: Eventually Gerards head was the only thing left sticking out of Frank.
gemini: Fuck you Miley Cyrus and your booty-popping ass, Gerard thought smugly as he continued to twerk
cancer: geardrd went to his first epriod class and stood at the front of the class and the teacher spit on him. ‘this emo kid is gerald and hes new’
leo: Mikey just sighed and looked down at his sparkly leotard.
virgo: One Day Ray's fro got pregnant, however his fro had been cheating on him with Mikey's knees.
libra: Jesus was thrashing around in the mosh pit, his hair flipping around as he moved to Gerard’s groans.
scorpio: (he wasn't wearing any pants from masturbating with the salad bowl)
sagittarius: One day gerard way from my chemical bromance was casually stripping for his band members on the gay emo tour bus.
capricorn: two hours later, obama's eyes were lined with the darkest black eyeliner, and his mouth was on gerard way's dick.
aquarius: Gerard laughed a gay evil emo laugh
pisces: "what are we gonna name our babies?" asked Frank.
"I was thinking," whispered Gerard, teary-eyed, "Eenie, Meenie, Minie, Moe, and Steve."
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Scientist: *sees a spider with long legs* Scientist: I think I’ll call it daddy…… Daddy long legs

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we cut flowers because we think they are beautiful, small hands spill crimson from every pinprick, desperation in daises, every sunflower a magic trick. roses rebirthing romance, orchids to life, a delicate cling, metal to separate the sadness, hopelessness in one hopeful sting. marigold's optimism remains pure, like dewdrops on fresh grass cold, a lily's petals reliable, fragments of happy being sold. peony's warmly inviting, tulip's nostalgia can kill, darkness keeps dragging me under, seeing me to edges of windowsills. carnations bright and lovely, vines entangled within tangles, soft and kind, an empty goodbye, i feel the guilt, and it strangles. leaves leaving imprints, upon the pale of my palms, deep sighs inward, outward, perhaps the desire is gone. it will not be this forever though, this soil has been through a lot, we cut flowers because we think they are beautiful, we cut ourselves because we believe we are not.

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