You know… I don’t get ‘friends’… Smile to my face and then call me a whore behind my back… They’re just shorts. They’re not a sin. It’s not like I drink and smoke and sext or screw every guy that smiles at me… It’s not like I’ve even thought about someone in that way since I started dating my boyfriend over six months ago… And you know that… You know all of that… But I’m still a whore right? Cause I wore shorts…. Thanks for being such great friends…
So for my AP United States History class we have to write a research paper; my topic is the gay rights movement in America. Today I began reading one of the books that I chose as a source
And I opened it up to the dedication page and found this
And if you don’t think that’s one of the sweetest and most romantic things ever then get out of my face
Now, look at this:
That’s “Paul Mounet”, a french actor, who “died” in 1922.
His body never was found.
Then, look at this:
An unknown man, painted in 1530 by Parmigianino.
He’s a motherfucking vampire
His beard in 2011 even grows the same way as the painting in 1530