Trans* activists in Mexico City, protesting violence against the LGBTQ community.
Where do I begin? Well, it all started with a flashback…
It was a day like any other. There I was, about to sit down at my desk with a cup of coffee. Suddenly, the room went out of focus.
There I was. It was the sixteenth of October, three years ago. A day I will never forget, the day everything changed. The day of my first flashback. I was about to sit down at my desk with a cup of coffee. Suddenly, the room went out of focus.
I was analyzing music for class tomorrow when THIS happened…
THIS IS THE BEST POST IN THE WORLD.
THAT FIRST SITE IS EVERY WRITER’S DREAM DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I’VE TRIED WRITING SOMETHING AND THOUGHT GOD DAMN IS THERE A SPECIFIC WORD FOR WHAT I’M USING TWO SENTENCES TO DESCRIBE AND JUST GETTING A BUNCH OF SHIT GOOGLE RESULTS
I used to be a straight A student
Now I’m not even straight