Never Again

I'm Kim, I post my gay thoughts, writing, and photography.

[wordsnquotes]

One of my main regrets in life is giving considerable thought to inconsiderate people.

Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not for Sale. (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

I am my lover. I am the one that tends my garden. I am the one I will always say goodnight to last.

Nicholas A Browne (via wnq-writers)

[intoxicatingcomplicating]

‪We loved at different wave lengths and kept missing one another‬

Everything is wrong (via intoxicatingconversating)

[drunk-on-writing]

oh, darling i know you tried you tried so hard you gave it your all and that counts for something hell, it counts for everything and here’s the thing: i know you got hurt i know you’re hurting now but you will survive you may be going through hell but i know you’ll make it out with wings so strong that the only option will be to soar upwards so keep flying, angel

for an anon, you know who you are ♡ and for anyone else who may have needed this. (cc, 2017)

[celestiallypoetic-blog]

It doesn’t hurt so much anymore, but I wonder if you ever have nights like I do. I wonder if there are ever times when he’s whispering he loves you through the phone but you’re choking too hard on all your broken promises to me to say it back. I wonder if it hurts when you hear her name and mine together, I wonder if it ever makes you cry. And when you do, how do you make yourself stop? I wonder if there are times you wish I would hold you one more time, like when you used to be warm and safe underneath my covers. I wonder if the absence of me feels like the elephant in every room you pass through. I wonder if you ever wonder what life could’ve been like if you had stayed. I wonder if you regret it.

-k.g.

[wnq-writers]

I think that’s what happens when you’ve lived a lonely childhood. You get too attached to people as you get older, in the hope that they’ll give you the care and love that you missed out on and never leave you.

elsiewarrenswords (via wnq-writers)

[justthinking005]

Maybe there’s a chance we’ll meet up again. If not in this life, then in another when the stars align for us. I really miss us. At least the happy us. As a matter of fact, I would even settle for the unhappy us, just as long as you’re with me. It hurt when you left you know? As if I was an anchor pulling you deeper and deeper into the ocean, only to see you come up for air with her kisses. Maybe we weren’t good for eachother, but hell, it was good while it lasted. Just, just call me back, okay?

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #91 // Unopened voicemail j.n.g (via onceuponapage)

[celestiallypoetic-blog]

So is this how it's gonna be like for the rest of my life?

Is there always gonna be an emptiness in my chest? When I'm in bed with other people will your touch always be in the back of my mind? Do you think I'll always miss you when I've had too much to drink? Or whenever I'm about to fall asleep? Will your eyes from across the room always make me feel weak in the knees? Do you think I'll ever be okay again? And if not, do you care?

[blossomfully]

It was ordinary and it was extraordinary and it was happiness and it was sadness. It was everything. That what makes it so difficult to forget.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

[hellevesque]

MY FRIEND pictures it this way: leaving is inevitable it’s the natural state of human relationships we don’t get to choose who we meet, the same way, we don’t get to choose who stays in our lives people come and go just to leave small trails behind. MY MOM pictures it this way: leaving is part of growing part of unlinking ourselves from things it’s part of being a child, a teen, an adult it’s beginning new phases and realizing who’ll be there for a longer time and you’ll be thinking, in the future, “I’m glad they’re with me right now.” MY AUNT pictures it this way: leaving is something metaphorical because the memories you create with someone will be part of them for their lifetime no matter how good they might be no matter how bad they might be a laugh, anger, shock, tears is something you’ll never be able to deprive someone of. I picture it this way: leaving is a reality is something we’ll eventually face and go through but if you truly love someone, no matter what it may cost you, no matter what the difficulties might be, you can always find a way to be there for them.

because I really wish certain people were by my side today. (m.d, 22.1.2017)

[celestiallypoetic-blog]

I see bits of you in other people’s smiles I see the crinkles by your eyes. I hear your voice in other people’s conversations, it sounds like you’re saying my name so I always have to turn and look. I feel you from wherever you are, and I hope you know there’s nowhere too far

-(i’d get to you anywhere)

[dulced]

[celestiallypoetic-blog]

-k.g. (thanks @somnolencia for the background 💖)

[entelequia-s-deactivated2019072]

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[celestiallypoetic-blog]

Nobody likes a sore loser- but what other way was there to lose you?

[malaphore]

i. break bad habits: stop cracking my knuckles, stop doing things just because they hurt, stop texting her because i’m desperate to hear ‘i love you’ back. ii. write every day: if it’s fanfiction, or poetry, or the draft of a love letter. or a novel that will never be published because i’ve always been bad at finishing things and because people like me aren’t marketable iii. move on: fall out of love with her, and back in love with myself. don’t isolate myself because none of them are her. accept that i’ll never love anyone the same and that that’s okay iv. get better. get better. get better.

2017 resolutions (revolutions) | k.l.s. (via malaphore)

[sobercommunist]

like, i just want aces/aros to think real hard the next time they try to “prove” that they deserve to “be queer” because they’re “oppressed” by non-issues like “people think that sex/romance is what makes people human, so it’s like they’re telling me i’m not human” and “one time my mom joked that i was a plant.”

there are people, today, at the highest levels of the United States government who think my life is worth nothing. these people were happy to stand by while tens of thousands of people like me died wasting deaths. they were happy to stand by while gay men and lesbian women were attending funerals every single weekend for years– in the castro, in west hollywood, in new york. they’re happy to stand by while HIV+ people are locked into cycles of dependency and poverty, because otherwise they’ll lose access to medication and die. they’re happy to let a preventable disease continue to run rampant in the most marginalized populations of the very community you demand entrance into. do you know how many gay black men will contract HIV in their lifetime? one in two. for latino men, it’s one in four. for white men, one in eleven.

every time you fucking whine about “visibility,” i want you to think real hard about what “visibility” actually means. every time you demand access to “resources,” which are abstract for you because you’re overwhelmingly white straight and cis, think about the people who actually need them.