My name is Peter. I reblog everything. I would reblog your mom if I could.
Unhealthy obsessed with New York city, music of all kinds, eyefucking colors and everything weird.
I run Wordboner, HOLYFUCKBALLS, Meanwhile in Japan and Fuck Yeah Subtitles. I make tees for money fun.
I'm addicted to colors, 70s, 80s, 90s, coffee in the mornings, and sleeping pills in the late evenings. Stalk me on:
SHUT YO DAMN MOUTHS.
I don’t care if Ricky Martin’s sexuality was as obvious as the writing on Secret Life of the American Teenager. It doesn’t give anybody the right to mock, ridicule, or minimize his coming out.
Ricky Martin was a manufactured pop icon from a young age. He was in the public…
That.
