HOW THE FUCK DO YOU TURN SNAPCHAT ON DARK MODE😭😭😭😭😭

I thought that might be the reason but I just wondered if there were different theories out there

‼️‼️ SPOILERS FOR THE LAND OF STORIES AND TALE OF MAGIC‼️‼️

Ok, I’m very confused here. If the tale of magic, witchcraft and sorcery are the prequels to the land of stories series why does the snow queen die? She is shown to be VERY MUCH ALIVE all throughout the series and is essential in the last book as she controls Alex to take over the otherworld. How does anything happen if she’s dead, cause the second, third, and six books wouldn’t be able to happen without her. She’s an essential piece of the puzzle, her wand, her dragon egg and finally herself. How is any of this possible if she dies to a dragon to save Brystal who I’m assuming is the Fairy Godmother, Alex and Conner’s grandmother?

The gender euphoria when your workout starts showing results>>>>

Trans joy is something so unique and pure that it genuinely is indescribable. It is one of the best feelings in the world, especially when you don’t have the luxury to have a supportive family.

From now on, im just gonna shitpost all my thoughts.

I forget straight people exist. It’s crazy, cause like, I’ll be scrolling and then make it to a video of a man simping for Jena Ortega and be like “why are cis men simping for her-

Oh wait they’re straight”

AND THE WORSE PART?

I have a crush on a straight boy-

Who wants to be my penpal?

Im looking for a penpal so i can find a friend to write letters with :D

Google Docs

Penpal Application

Hi, im Alexandrius im 14 and im canadian/dutch/Egyptian living in the uk. I am a trans man with an obsession with science and spider man. I

The After shower

Tw: Self hatred/self harm

I sit in the bathtub. Now I understand why girls keep the water scorching. I sit down, feeling the water scratch at my back like the dog of hell. Now I understand why the girls get pretty after saying ‘beauty is pain’. I sit under the shower head praying that it will burn every last cell off my body-be-rid me of the sins that occurred in the last few hours. As I sit under the burning water I finally understand. I can feel something, some morsel of humanity within the pain I’m experiencing. I almost don’t feel like a monster as I claw at my skin. As I ask the gods why. As I cry to myself hearing those words my brother told me. As I question why he did to me what he did.

- A. F. A. Makar

He Frustrates Me

He frustrates me,

He is everything I try to be.

He is the beautiful ray of sunshine,

He is the smell of the dark forest pine.

His smile is the first setting of snow,

His hair is darker than the hide of a doe.

His posture is hunched,

His smug face deserves to be punched.

He is arrogance,

He is a wince.

He is a critical teacher,

He is a frustrating preacher.

His grating voice sings the songs of angels

His perfect smile hides teeth of whack paddles

His laugh is a thousand rusty nails

His intellect can cure all your ails

He starts everything but commits to a peep

He commands an army but wants to sleep

He’s beautiful but he fell out of favour

-A.F.A. Makar

Hot Air Balloon

When we were younger we had an eccentric old man for a neighbour, and he owned a hot air balloon.

Whenever we would ask him about it he would tell us he had travelled everywhere with it, even the moon.

We’d laugh at the absurdity, and tell him there is no way it was true.

He’d pick up the toothpick from between his lips and wave it at us, saying: as true as a cow’s moo.

Then he’d sit us in the basket and watch the wonderful worlds we’d pave.

And now we stand, crying at the hot air balloon carved on his grave.

But every time I look at the skyline from this eccentric old balloon:

I see his face smiling from the horizon and then moon.

- A.F.A Makar

Two Trees

There are two identical trees I see,

They stand together, content as can be.

They dance gleefully in the summer,

And hold each other bare in the winter.

I watch them from my maths class,

Bored, trapped behind the glass.

But there? They laugh free,

Loving with a love stronger than me.

-A.F.A Makar

“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”

— Mitch Albom