you: gay desi
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Neelam Gill at GQ Men Of The Year Awards 2022
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Gen Z culture is saying “Same” or “That makes two of us” when someone says they hate you.
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“Turn your sadness and troubles into an art.”
— Hira (via hedonistpoet)
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Moving Right Along || Trailerpark Cinderella
Where Tigg moves to London with her band!
Once upon a time, in the ancient year of 1998, a baby was thrown in a dumpster in Manchester. She had the ability to turn into a tiger and this terrified foster families, so it was a group home for Tigg for the most part. There was kindness, sometimes, but never love. Tigg never had any ambitions not because she didn’t love things or have dreams but because nobody ever once told her she could achieve anything.
When she landed in Swynlake after fleeing Manchester when he thought she killed her abusive boyfriend in tiger form, she experienced love, family, and friendship for the first time.
Leaving was terrifying, Tigg still wasn’t sure she was ready for it, but sometimes you had to do scary things. Tigg’s whole life before Swynlake had been scary, it had been hell even, so maybe she was so scared because Swynlake had spoiled her. Spoiled. What a funny word to use to describe herself. Never once had she been loved or spoiled in her childhood, and yet, that was a good description for the case now. Shere had taken care of her every need, every want, and even tolerated her bringing home stray cats. She’d miss Swynlake terribly, and miss her Da, and Phil, and Jun even more, but they’d all yell at her for not going through with this.
Tigg turned to JT, their guitarist, and grinned as she closed the moving trailer door and padlocked it. “Should be it.”
Tigg handed him the key to put on his key ring.
“We should go before I hug Da or Phil again and cry.” Tigg said, shuffling her feet.
“Let’s go, Tiger.” JT said, throwing an arm around Tigg’s shoulder.
Tigg gently smacked Kenna’s ass, urging her to get in the car, where Keira was already waiting.
“To taking London!” Tigg cheered, hoping in the passenger seat. “And I”m DJ’ing! Fuck y’al!”
Kenna and Keira groaned, as they should.
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