thats lit but i don't remember asking

thats lit but i don't remember asking

thats lit but i don't remember asking

thats lit but i don't remember asking

thats lit but i don't remember asking

thats lit but i don't remember asking

sorry but i strongly disagree you giant virgens

Yes! We should keep an open mind to these people. All love equals.

Don't take this the wrong way, but the Bible say tht marriage is between one man and one woman.

true so very true I have 3 friends who are Bi and i am straight but i dont judge them i love them for who they are not what they are and i hope that they never change theirselves

@chiisshh_ me too queen!

YAAS GIIRL!! I so feel you but we as the LGBT community have to stand up and show that we deserve to love who we want to love thats why we have to stand up and show that LOVE IS LOVE AND WE DESERVE TO LOVE WHO WE WANT TO LOVE.

YESSSSSSSSSSS GIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!

He's not though, there are verses against it.

OMG YASSS i totally agree with you, Im also Bi myself

exactly i agree

Omg yassss

stop i am offence

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