It really bugs me when people judge other people on what they do.
Like, why should it bother you? You’re not the one doing it.
I also strongly hate labels.
If a girl wants to have sex with a bunch of people, who the fuck cares. She’s not a slut or a whore either for doing so. If a boy wants to dress in woman’s clothing, who the fuck cares. If a person wants to wait until marraige to have sex, who the fuck cares. If a person is gay or bisexual, who the fuck cares. I don’t like classifying things with gender either. Why is pink a girls color and blue a boys. Seriously. Why are woman thought of always in the kitchen cooking or cleaning? Why are men always thought of being outside playing with tools and cars? Men cook. Woman like cars. 
It really bugs me how close-minded people are. If I ever have a son and he tells me he wants his nails painted pink, or that he has feelings for another boy, or that he wants to take up sewing classes I’m going to say ‘yeah you do and there’s nothing out of the ordinary about it.’ Or vise versa for a daughter. I want change and it’s taking too long. A label free, hate free world is where I wanna live.  

Get the Beatles White Album first

Then open a DVD about the Beatles

Later recieved a giant poster of the Abbey Road picture