Nowhere Expresso

... un viaje de ida

  • 5th Abril
    2014
  • 05
  • 20th Julio
    2013
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    2013
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  • 1st Abril
    2012
  • 01
  • 28th Marzo
    2012
  • 28
I found a gay friend who basically saved me from wanting to kill myself half the time. Apparently, everyone in high school knew he was gay, and they just didn’t bother to tell me or I just didn’t bother to notice until he decided to make a pass at me one night and I just flatly told him that I wasn’t gay but I’d still be his friend. After that, I just started to realize that people were looking at me even more peculiarly than usual and then I started getting harassed, especially in gym class. They felt threatened because they were naked and I was supposedly gay, so they either better cover up their penises or punch me… or both. But after that, I started being proud of the fact that I was gay, even though I wasn’t.
 Kurt Cobain (via nirvanism)

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  • 16th Diciembre
    2011
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  • 6th Septiembre
    2011
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  • 19th Marzo
    2011
  • 19