The Diary of a Young, Horny, Gay Dude

I'm not really sure what to say my blog is. I mean, it is me. It is the chronicles of a gay man living and going to college in the American bible belt. It is my mistakes and my triumphs, my crazy and my calm. It is my blog, my diary, a record of who i am in this moment and who i have been. This is the real me, the overly sexual, overly emotional, overly Tyler me. The perfect me.


Ask me anything  


Reblogged from warmachinerox

when the answers to a question on a test are in another question

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Maaaaaaaaay have had a bit of a panic attack earlier about the tornados

I have literally lived here my entire life and usually I could not give a fuck

But it was over my family’s house while I was at work and sometimes I feel like my mom doesn’t know what to do

I dunno, I just need to be there at times like that



Reblogged from ratchetmess
thatfunnyblog: ♫I been twerkin on the railllllllllroad♫ Funny Stuff you like?

thatfunnyblog:

♫I been twerkin on the railllllllllroad♫

Funny Stuff you like?



I may be stressed about college but at least I’m not burning down my dorm stressed

I may be stressed about college but at least I’m not burning down my dorm stressed


wine and spanish, flawless studying formula for finals

I think my favorites posts on tumblr are the ones that are like “what she says/ what she means” and the what she means is always something so fucking ridiculous and it just makes my day 

like

even the serious ones are fucking hilarious because

what

no


Reblogged from ericwarehaam
  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: the bourgeoisie is just as necessary a precondition for the socialist revolution as is the proletariat itself.

Instead of studying the Yanamamo tribe for my final tomorrow, im looking at dicks on chatroulette

theyre kinda disappointing to say the least



Reblogged from starspangledcaptainamerica

Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can’t reply, I just have to read it and post it.

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Reblogged from fu3ntes

Its not a party until someone cries about a boy not liking them

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