Sometimes when she’s sleeping, I kiss her on her shoulders, the back of her neck, her cheek, anywhere and everywhere. I play with her hair and run my fingertips up and down her sides. I think the highest of hopes for a future together with her. I listen to her heartbeat and play with the fringes in her clothes. I cuddle up against her, holding her, and truly think to myself that she’s the only thing keeping me from floating away. So, hopefully, if there is some sort of higher power, they know that I loved her even when she wasn’t looking; I’ve heard that true character is built when no one’s watching. Maybe this way, I’ll be judged for the way I love, not the ‘who’ I love…
Seeing someone slowly lose interest in you is probably one of the worst things ever
Does anybody else get really excited when they see another gay person in a normal place? Like I was in the grocery store today and saw this cute lesbian and I’m just like running back and forth with my cart in front of the produce like HEY LOOK AT ME I’M GAY TOO LOOK AT US BEING QUEER IN THE SUPERMARKET LETS BE FRIENDS.
Gay people literally act like dogs when they see other dogs.
my mom bought this thing for my neck and it’s called “Happy Neck”
"Be with someone who you don’t have to hide from, in any way. Whether it’s your morning face before you’ve put your make up on, an embarrassing story to tell about something that happened on your way home, or an ambition you’ve had since you were six… make sure you end up with someone who knows all of it and still loves you. A person you can tell your whole life to is a person worth spending a life with."
"Everyone’s just looking for reasons to wake up and get out of bed, some do it for nothing but a kiss, perhaps a cup of coffee, others have a harder time; no train to catch, no hand to hold, no reasons at all."
you don’t realize how attached you are to someone until you go without talking to them for a bit
Oh, so women can’t dress how they want because men can’t control their sexual urges? When dogs can’t control their sexual urges, we cut off their balls.
I think I’m onto something here.