You can say you don't like something. I don't like one derection but I don't insult people for listening to them (I will however insult you if you obsess over them to an insane extent because I will be insulting your behavior not judging you based the things you like) and I would expect the same kind of respect for any taste in music (or art, sports, people etc.)

One more reason to love N.V.!!!!!!

Oh! THAT'S where my heart went. I was looking for that.

O.k., Feminism doesn't mean girls think their better than boys. Why so many posts hating feminism? Women are still getting treated unequally and it's still a social injustice. In some circumstances men are being treated unfairly too but not nearly as many in the workforce and media. Will everybody just shut the fuck up and be nice to each other and stop being prejudice? For as long as I can remember I've been told what I can and can't like and what I can and can't do because of my gender and I'm fucking tired of it. I've started dressing and acting certain way because I can't handle the consequences for not fitting a gender role.

This is a great story but it has been reported so many times now

It's not normal because statistically it is a minority but some people think that because it is not the majority it is weird/ wrong/ crazy etc.

Will somon eexplain this to me?

I've seen that before. I also have Harry and the master teacher wizard guy's wands. I've never read Harry potter. My relatives are just terrible at remembering which kid is which around Xmas time.

This looks awsome. I love things like this and all over the top style and fashion. I also love capes, especially with evil queen collars. Why are these things not in style? Fuck style. Why are more people not dressing however they want every day? Sorry if I'm sidetracking or ranting. But I legitimately want to know why people try so hard to blend in instead of doing whatever the fuck they want like they (IMO) should be doing.

I don't get the last one. Will someone explain it please?

Another one sentence story by one of the greats: "Baby cloths for sale, never used."

Someone who gets it!

I finger paint/ watch t.v./ sing all of my fav songs really loud and badly (I can't sing) sometimes I even sing the instrumental parts and go straight through and belt out the screamo parts when I'm home alone. One time my sis came home early while on a date to pick up a jacket and walked in on me prancing around, flipping my hair and singing "IM A MOTHER F*CKING WRECKING BBBAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (That's five finger death punch not myley Cyrus) In my underwear while eating apple sauce and watching Charlie and the chocolate factory in our living room.
-Oh and I had also been painting earlier and my hands were stained red. (I don't know why bit red paint is so hard to wash off)
So you can picture me wiping my hair around holding apple sauce in my bloody hands and wearing my rainbow polka doted underwear and screaming "IM A MOTHER F*CKING WRECKING BBBAAAAALLLLLL!!!!" At the top of my lungs while Charlie in the chocolate factory is playing with the volume all the way up.

But the lyrics to the chorus of that song are " thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great."
I see what you did there fellow scumbag.

C'mon f.s.ers lets tell the strangest things we do when we're alone.