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“Loving a girl when you’re a girl is complex, You look at her and you see radiance, Her laughter echoes off the hallway walls and you can feel your breath catch in the back of your throat at the sound, With every step together in public, you can feel eyes of judgement, Words smear across your skin like bruises, It feels like rocks are being cast at you - all for holding her hand, Not only do you have to deal with the nervous clammy hand that is shaking at the knowledge of being allowed to touch her, But you have to listen to the sneers and snipes from a generation that does not understand, From people in a society that disowns you for taking advantage of the opportunity to adore a girl that makes your heart feel like stammering vocabulary at the start of a classroom presentation, You have to feel the opinion of outsiders, on top of the fluttering butterflies in the pit of your stomach, Nobody understands that she is the one that balls into a little ball atop you to watch movies, Or that she refuses to miss a single chance to cheer you on at any event, Even when she is sick, They don’t glimpse the way your arms fit around her waist making your shoulders relax at the kitchen counter, Society attempts to dictate my right to feel, An outsider tells me to tolerate harassment from their belittlement of a relationship that is mine, I refuse to stand by absentmindedly at that, So I will hold your hand when we are in line at the grocery store or at the movies, I will kiss your nose and your rosy cheeks in front of my family, My fingertips will find you and help lead you to the dance floor at bars, Amongst the stares, the cruel misplaced comments, and the judgement from those without a right - I will love you with all I have, In all circumstances, Wherever we are, As a girl I will love a girl. It’s not the most interesting thing about me.”
— ARH // My sexuality isn’t the most interesting thing to me
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to put it simply, the right people will get you. you will not have to fight for breadcrumbs of love. you will not have to beg for attention. the right people will love you freely and easily, and will carve out space in their life for you. the right people will check up on you on your bad days & laugh with you on your good. you will find friends who embrace every part of you, and who will push you to grow. someday, any trace of those who hurt you will be filled with warmth from those who never will.
I think the most degrading feelings I’ve ever felt was begging someone to stick around on me. It’s a low feeling to be that vulnerable to beg for someone. In those times I realized how foolish it was of me. The ones that love me will find simplicity in never going anywhere. To them I will never be just a choice.
The point is to laugh into a kiss, to laugh at yourself, to laugh w the world but not at it, to share your dreams w people who listen to them, to realize when you’re wrong, to apologize even if it’s years later, to eat the bread that comes w dinner, to dive into the sea even when the water is cold, to forgive yourself but not be blind to your self, to remember your friends birthdays, to look for luck everywhere, to be sentimental and unashamed of it, to admit when you don’t know, to hold a shell to your ear and listen for the ocean, to hold your own hand and not shy away from someone else’s, to stop and smell the roses and the night blooming jasmine and the freesia, to live outside your head, to know how to cook for when you’re joyous and heartbroken and ravenous and lazy, to not crush the spider but help it outside, to always rediscover who you are and allow room for others to do the same, to watch the sunrise, to keep flowers in your house, to not let hopelessness poison you
Life seems like it is becoming softer now. The way I talk to people, the way I hear music, the way I cook food, the way I handle difficult moments. There is a sense of lightness to everything. I think I am realizing nothing is really that serious except the way I treat people. Life is becoming beautiful because I am letting it unfold into its natural state. My clouded judgement made my heart feel cold and my eyes see the colors a little less vibrant. Acting with love and intention in every movement has brought out the magic in the little things. The world is only becoming softer because I am. It has always been that way.
I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
part of accepting love for me also requires accepting grief, dissolution. my pets will die, my friends may drift from me, lovers may have a change of heart. none of it makes the love in vain. part of accepting love is accepting movement. but love is mostly letting myself get lost in the moment, i am learning. letting myself be fully alive in the now. i dont always need to think that far ahead all the time. the potential exists now.