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Being Alone, Crying, and Dude: thejorie: xilast-zurvifferman: thejorie: jackbecq: thejorie: 19leahjade96: thejorie: madamekagamine: thejorie: gccgrimm: thejorie: gucciballs: thejorie: peble: thejorie: My three girlfriends.And yes, they smoke weed. do they smoke weed? Yes, actually. you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette? It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,) They don’t look like they smoke weed. Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad. Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle. I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING  Well that escalated quickly…… What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body* haha oh my god who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes. love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”. and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”. “the goo pile that is now your body” i’m dying over here, jesus please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun. *shoots you dead* Heh, idiot…*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.* this dude playin omg  Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still  at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you.  I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
Being Alone, Crying, and Dude: thejorie:

xilast-zurvifferman:

thejorie:

jackbecq:

thejorie:

19leahjade96:

thejorie:

madamekagamine:

thejorie:

gccgrimm:

thejorie:

gucciballs:

thejorie:

peble:

thejorie:

My three girlfriends.And yes, they smoke weed.

do they smoke weed?

Yes, actually.

you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette? 

It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)

They don’t look like they smoke weed.

Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.

Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.

I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING 

Well that escalated quickly……

What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*

haha oh my god

who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.

love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.

and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.

“the goo pile that is now your body”

i’m dying over here, jesus

please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.

*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot…*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*

this dude playin omg 

Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still  at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you.  I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*

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Arthur, Community, and Martin: In loving memory of the victims of the Pulse nightclub shooting on June 12, 2016. Stanley Almodovar IlI Amanda Alvear Oscar A Aracena-Montero Rodolfo Ayala-Ayala Antonio Davon Brown Darryl Roman Burt Il Angel L. Candelario-Padro Juan Chavez-Martinez Luis Daniel Conde Cory James Connell Tevin Eugene Crosby Deonka Deidra Drayton Simon Adrian Carrillo Fernandez Leroy Valentin Fernandez Mercedez Marisol Flores Peter O. Gonzalez-Cruz Juan Ramon Guerrero Paul Terrell Henry Frank Hernandez Miquel Angel Honorato Javier Jorge-Reye:s Jason Benjamin Josaphat Eddie Jamoldroy Justice Anthony Luis Laureanodisla Christopher Andrew Leinonen Aleiandro Barrios Martinez Brenda Lee Marquez McCool Gilberto Ramon Silva Menendez Kimberly Morris Akyra Monet Murray Luis Omar Ocasio-Capo Geraldo A. Ortiz-Jimenez Eric Ivan Ortiz-Rivera Joel Rayon Paniaqua Jean Carlos Mendez Perez Enrique L. Rios, Jr. Jean C. Nieves Rodriquez Xavier Emmanuel Serrano Rosado Christopher Joseph Sanfeliz Yilmary Rodriguez Solivan Edward Sotomayor Jr. Shane Evan Tomlinson Martin Benitez Torres Jonathan Antonio Camuy Vega Juan P. Rivera Velazquez Luis S. Vielma Franky Jimmy Dejesus Velazquez Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon Jerald Arthur Wright (R transpocsuggestion: plannedparenthood:We mourn. We remember.  We stand with the LGBTQ community against hate and violence. [Image Description: white text on a dark gray square image. A rainbow heart shape with a rainbow tail is in the upper right hand corner. Beginning in the upper left hand corner, the title reads “In loving memory of the victims of the Pulse nightclub shooting on June 12, 2016.” Directly below the title are the full names of the victims in two columns of smaller text. In the lower right hand corner of the image is the Planned Parenthood logo in white.]
Arthur, Community, and Martin: In loving memory of the
 victims of the Pulse nightclub
 shooting on June 12, 2016.
 Stanley Almodovar IlI
 Amanda Alvear
 Oscar A Aracena-Montero
 Rodolfo Ayala-Ayala
 Antonio Davon Brown
 Darryl Roman Burt Il
 Angel L. Candelario-Padro
 Juan Chavez-Martinez
 Luis Daniel Conde
 Cory James Connell
 Tevin Eugene Crosby
 Deonka Deidra Drayton
 Simon Adrian Carrillo Fernandez
 Leroy Valentin Fernandez
 Mercedez Marisol Flores
 Peter O. Gonzalez-Cruz
 Juan Ramon Guerrero
 Paul Terrell Henry
 Frank Hernandez
 Miquel Angel Honorato
 Javier Jorge-Reye:s
 Jason Benjamin Josaphat
 Eddie Jamoldroy Justice
 Anthony Luis Laureanodisla
 Christopher Andrew Leinonen
 Aleiandro Barrios Martinez
 Brenda Lee Marquez McCool
 Gilberto Ramon Silva Menendez
 Kimberly Morris
 Akyra Monet Murray
 Luis Omar Ocasio-Capo
 Geraldo A. Ortiz-Jimenez
 Eric Ivan Ortiz-Rivera
 Joel Rayon Paniaqua
 Jean Carlos Mendez Perez
 Enrique L. Rios, Jr.
 Jean C. Nieves Rodriquez
 Xavier Emmanuel Serrano Rosado
 Christopher Joseph Sanfeliz
 Yilmary Rodriguez Solivan
 Edward Sotomayor Jr.
 Shane Evan Tomlinson
 Martin Benitez Torres
 Jonathan Antonio Camuy Vega
 Juan P. Rivera Velazquez
 Luis S. Vielma
 Franky Jimmy Dejesus Velazquez
 Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon
 Jerald Arthur Wright
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plannedparenthood:We mourn. We remember.  We stand with the LGBTQ community against hate and violence.

[Image Description: white text on a dark gray square image. A rainbow heart shape with a rainbow tail is in the upper right hand corner. Beginning in the upper left hand corner, the title reads “In loving memory of the victims of the Pulse nightclub shooting on June 12, 2016.” Directly below the title are the full names of the victims in two columns of smaller text. In the lower right hand corner of the image is the Planned Parenthood logo in white.]

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Android, Community, and Iphone: Uncle G i o @GionniOnTheSpot A black man was offered $200 to beat up a black transgender woman. It was filmed & went viral one month ago Today, she was found dead from a gunshot wound Transphobia is NOT a joke. Hold your peers accountable Transphobia KILLED Muhlaysia Booker #ProtectBlackTransWomen 4:47 PM May 19, 2019 Twitter for iPhone 17.4K Likes 8.9K Retweets Uncle G i o @GionniOnTheSpot Three black transgender women have been murdered with days of each other. I'm sick. But will continue to fight for: Muhlaysia Booker Claire Legato Michelle Simone Rest in power sistahs #TransRightsAreHumanRights #TransisBeautiful #ProtectBlackTransWomen 8:14 AM May 20, 2019 Twitter for Android Uncle G i o @GionniOnTheSpot Update via @HRC hrc.org/blog/hrc- mourn Simone's death comes just a day after Muhlaysia Booker was fatally shot in Dallas and less than a week after Claire Legato died in Cleveland after being shot. It is the fifth known case of deadly violence against the transgender community in 2019, all of whom were Black transgender women. Last year, advocates tracked the deaths of at least 26 transgender people. 4:35 PM May 20, 2019 Twitter for iPhone between-stars-and-waves: thatpettyblackgirl: Source https://www.pinknews.co.uk/2019/05/20/transgender-woman-muhlaysia-booker-shot-dead-dallas/ Black trans lives matter.
Android, Community, and Iphone: Uncle G i o
 @GionniOnTheSpot
 A black man was offered $200 to beat
 up a black transgender woman. It was
 filmed & went viral one month ago
 Today, she was found dead from a
 gunshot wound
 Transphobia is NOT a joke. Hold your
 peers accountable
 Transphobia KILLED Muhlaysia
 Booker
 #ProtectBlackTransWomen
 4:47 PM May 19, 2019 Twitter for iPhone
 17.4K Likes
 8.9K Retweets

 Uncle G i o
 @GionniOnTheSpot
 Three black transgender women have
 been murdered with days of each
 other.
 I'm sick. But will continue to fight for:
 Muhlaysia Booker
 Claire Legato
 Michelle Simone
 Rest in power sistahs
 #TransRightsAreHumanRights
 #TransisBeautiful
 #ProtectBlackTransWomen
 8:14 AM May 20, 2019 Twitter for Android

 Uncle G i o
 @GionniOnTheSpot
 Update via @HRC hrc.org/blog/hrc-
 mourn
 Simone's death comes just a day after
 Muhlaysia Booker was fatally shot in Dallas
 and less than a week after Claire Legato died
 in Cleveland after being shot. It is the fifth
 known case of deadly violence against the
 transgender community in 2019, all of whom
 were Black transgender women. Last year,
 advocates tracked the deaths of at least 26
 transgender people.
 4:35 PM May 20, 2019 Twitter for iPhone
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Source


https://www.pinknews.co.uk/2019/05/20/transgender-woman-muhlaysia-booker-shot-dead-dallas/


Black trans lives matter.

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