girl in novel: hi my older brother who is 17 years old and popular, do you want breakfast ?
her brother: yes, remember when mom died when you were 4 and our dad is an alcoholic ?
The doorbell rings.
“I’ll get it!” My brother yells as my alcoholic father stumbles into the kitchen. He’s an alcoholic.
“Oh they must be here.” He grunts.
I freeze. “Who?”
“Your new owners. I sold you so I can pay for my alcohol addiction.” He slurs.
I start to sob.
“Hi.” Greets a booming voice, sending shivers down my spine. I turn around to come face to face with a tall figure. I gulp as Harry Styles cheekily grins back at me.
Juggalos are a great example of how disenfranchised white people dont have to turn to racism to feel included or listened to. Like they could just be juggalos and we could all live in peace.
this timeline is a fucking trip
the enemy of my enemy is down with the clown.
Tumblr made me see juggalo Legolas and Gimli and now you have to too