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Reblog this or you wont meet Harry Styles
Ain’t taking no chances
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this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!
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REBLOG FOR THE MONEY
Source: instagram.com
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this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!
ehh what the hell
OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……
WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD
yooooo
yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
FUCKIN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Home…..
OH MY GOD
OH MY F*CKIN GOD
THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!!
Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGIC
bluhippy
I need to believe in the heart of the post…
perlexnoire
Oh? Well… *reblag*
sakuyandere
i reblogged this and now my uncle is giving me 250 to dye my hair nani the fucko
I have nothing to lose
my palm was itchin today not riskin it
I always reblog the money posts cause I can’t afford not too lol
brownsugargeisha
It works. I just got $300 for no reason.
thecrybabbles
Money dog is my friend
yeaimcoollikethat
Money dog is the shit
anttom2016
I believe in the money dog😀
princedhunglow
I believe in the money 🐶
Bless me pls money pup 🙏🐕
schrodingers-child
Just woke up 🙌🏿
Pplease😭🙏🏽
cubfraiche
I really need the money right. Just got in a car crash and need me a new one 😩
Eh screw it… why not
menifindhot
Mainly reblogging because the dog and it’s story are cute. But hey if I end up with some cash…
chokemelou reblogged
Reblog if you need this energy
Reblogged.. again.
It cannot possibly hurt.
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RPDR All Stars Season 3, Episode 8 - “Kitty Girl” Performance
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ICONIC. MOOD LIFTING. NEVER SEEN BEFORE. SAVAGE SLAYERY
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Hacking Guide Compilation
I’ve been posting and reblogging a lot of ACNL hacking tutorials to the point where it’s getting confusing so I decided to make a compilation of all of them - old and new. This post will be frequently updated.
Please don’t edit this post as all information is below a ‘Read more’! If you need something added or changed, let me know and I’ll gladly do it for you!
chokemelou reblogged
Dedicated to Leelah Alcorn, who i heard wanted longer hair. If you reblog this, please add reputable links for charities that you can donate to involving Transgender rights, because it’s what Leelah wants and I don’t personally feel like I can offer the right links.
Rest In Power, sweetpea.
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I fixed my Leelah picture to the hairstyle she said she wanted
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R.I.P Leelah Alcorn
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To Leelah Alcorn’s mother
THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS TO THAT AWFUL WOMAN. Leelah went to my school and I always saw her laughing and smiling. I wish I knew the truth. I definitely would have befriended her and helped her through it. I had suspicions about Mrs Alcorn from the beginning. She is a KINDERGARTEN teacher at JF Burns. I did community service for her with a friend last year. I remember her yelling at the young kids when they didn’t quiet down the first time she asked.
I remember her calling a confused child stupid behind her back, and making fun of a child with ADHD.
It was so uncomfortable being there for a couple hours. We felt so awkward being there and I felt so bad for the children.
I distinctly remember her other daughters calling her and her getting annoyed for no reason. My friend and I exchanged awkward and confused glances at each other when she mentioned that her high school aged “son” (Leelah) didn’t have a phone when her younger siblings did.
I wish that stayed in my mind, my friend and I didn’t think much of it. The possible emotional abuse and neglect never occurred to us. We just thought the so called “mother” was just kind of bitchy and that Leelah was just grounded.
I am so so sorry that I didn’t approach you, Leelah. I am so sorry we didn’t think twice about your “mother’s” attitude. All of this could have been avoided if we could have talked to you.
I feel so guilty for not saying anything
chokemelou reblogged
My heart is broken. A 17 year old transgender girl named Leelah has committed suicide, mostly due to her religious parents. She felt like there was no other way out. She left a suicide note online, by scheduling the post on Tumblr. It was posted a few hours after her death. Please take the time to read her suicide note and let her words sink in. The worst part about this is, even after her death, her parents refuse to acknowledge who she was and what really happened. Leelah’s mother posted online that her “son was hit by a truck.” This makes me want to cry and scream. The only good thing about this is that Leelah was able to defy her parents and leave her legacy behind by scheduling her note to automatically post on Tumblr. I hope her death will not be in vain. I hope that one day everyone will be accepted regardless of their gender or sexual orientation. I hope that these sorts of things will one day be taught in schools, so that not one more child will take their own life thinking that who they are is wrong and that they will never be happy. According to The Trevor Project, nearly half of young trans* people have seriously thought about taking their lives, and one quarter report having made a suicide attempt. THIS IS NOT OKAY. Trans* lives matter.
You can read Leelah’s suicide note below.
If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this post from my queue.
Please don’t be sad, it’s for the better. The life I would’ve lived isn’t worth living in… because I’m transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but this note is probably going to be lengthy enough as it is. To put it simply, I feel like a girl trapped in a boy’s body, and I’ve felt that way ever since I was 4. I never knew there was a word for that feeling, nor was it possible for a boy to become a girl, so I never told anyone and I just continued to do traditionally “boyish” things to try to fit in.
When I was 14, I learned what transgender meant and cried of happiness. After 10 years of confusion I finally understood who I was. I immediately told my mom, and she reacted extremely negatively, telling me that it was a phase, that I would never truly be a girl, that God doesn’t make mistakes, that I am wrong. If you are reading this, parents, please don’t tell this to your kids. Even if you are Christian or are against transgender people don’t ever say that to someone, especially your kid. That won’t do anything but make them hate them self. That’s exactly what it did to me.
My mom started taking me to a therapist, but would only take me to christian therapists, (who were all very biased) so I never actually got the therapy I needed to cure me of my depression. I only got more christians telling me that I was selfish and wrong and that I should look to God for help.
When I was 16 I realized that my parents would never come around, and that I would have to wait until I was 18 to start any sort of transitioning treatment, which absolutely broke my heart. The longer you wait, the harder it is to transition. I felt hopeless, that I was just going to look like a man in drag for the rest of my life. On my 16th birthday, when I didn’t receive consent from my parents to start transitioning, I cried myself to sleep.
I formed a sort of a “f*** you” attitude towards my parents and came out as gay at school, thinking that maybe if I eased into coming out as trans it would be less of a shock. Although the reaction from my friends was positive, my parents were pissed. They felt like I was attacking their image, and that I was an embarrassment to them. They wanted me to be their perfect little straight christian boy, and that’s obviously not what I wanted.
So they took me out of public school, took away my laptop and phone, and forbid me of getting on any sort of social media, completely isolating me from my friends. This was probably the part of my life when I was the most depressed, and I’m surprised I didn’t kill myself. I was completely alone for 5 months. No friends, no support, no love. Just my parent’s disappointment and the cruelty of loneliness.
At the end of the school year, my parents finally came around and gave me my phone and let me back on social media. I was excited, I finally had my friends back. They were extremely excited to see me and talk to me, but only at first. Eventually they realized they didn’t actually give a s**t about me, and I felt even lonelier than I did before. The only friends I thought I had only liked me because they saw me five times a week.
After a summer of having almost no friends plus the weight of having to think about college, save money for moving out, keep my grades up, go to church each week and feel like s**t because everyone there is against everything I live for, I have decided I’ve had enough. I’m never going to transition successfully, even when I move out. I’m never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I’m never going to have enough friends to satisfy me. I’m never going to have enough love to satisfy me. I’m never going to find a man who loves me. I’m never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a woman or I live my life as a lonelier woman who hates herself. There’s no winning. There’s no way out. I’m sad enough already, I don’t need my life to get any worse. People say “it gets better” but that isn’t true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse.
That’s the gist of it, that’s why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that’s not a good enough reason for you, it’s good enough for me. As for my will, I want 100% of the things that I legally own to be sold and the money (plus my money in the bank) to be given to trans civil rights movements and support groups, I don’t give a s**t which one. The only way I will rest in peace is if one day transgender people aren’t treated the way I was, they’re treated like humans, with valid feelings and human rights. Gender needs to be taught about in schools, the earlier the better. My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I want someone to look at that number and say “that’s f***ed up” and fix it. Fix society. Please.
Goodbye,
(Leelah) Josh Alcorn
R.I.P. Leelah Alcorn.
Please reblog this post to raise awareness and share Leelah’s story.
If you’re thinking about suicide, you can get immediate help - please call the Trevor Lifeline at 866-488-7386.
chokemelou reblogged
trans kids are still so unsafe. black people still haven’t gotten justice. mexico’s children are still missing. hong kong is still protesting. the taliban are still at large. there are countless injustices happening all over the world right at this minute. 2015, please don’t let us down.
chokemelou reblogged
Her mom is planning on taking her suicide note off Tumblr so everyone screenshot it and post it and reblog it till your fingers bleed.
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dear trans teens
You fuckin’ got this. You sooo got this. You’re tough as fuck and can make it through. Don’t ever hesitate to message me either.