Welcome to our slash murdered by words, where sticks and stones can break your bones,

but words can commit first to green manslaughter. Honestly, climate change scares the heck out of me,

and it makes me so sad to see what we're losing because of it.

Maybe you should learn some actual science then, and stop listening to the criminals pushing the

hashtag global warming scam. I don't know man, I already went and got a PhD in astrophysics.

Seems like more than that would be overkill at this point. And if you like that pose,

I highly recommend checking out our slash don't you know who I am, which has post of people unwittingly

talking to absolute world experts in whatever they're trashing. There's nothing more satisfying

than being prettier than your ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend.

The fact that he's not going for just looks anymore means you taught him a valuable lesson.

I feel like as far as dating warning signs go, a girl who calls herself Queen Ben Laden is

pretty high up there. Being a heterosexual during a hashtag Pride Month is like being a Jew

back in Nazi Germany. They reply from gait off shitler. It's true, a sympathetic gay couple

have sheltered me in their attic for the last five days. The gay stop-o came yesterday

and interrogated my benefactors, but they didn't search the house. At least not this time.

I'm putting them in terrible danger, but I don't know what else to do.

I know what happens to those who protect breeders. They know it too. How long will they be willing

to risk their lives for me? I trust them. I have to. What happens when the closet police come back,

though? What happens when they're forced to choose between their safety and mine? I pray it doesn't

come to that. A crowd was marching in the street today. I could hear them chanting,

yes, Queen, yes, Queen, through the walls of my hiding place. I can't tell if it's the

stomp of their thigh-high boots or my own shaking, but it feels like an earthquake,

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