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classicbooks101

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.

The Secret History - Donna Tartt (via classicbooks101)

jonimajer

my first exposure to bisexuality was hearing this speech at 9 years old

Holden: I'm a guy and you're attracted to girls.

Alyssa: I see you've been taking notes. Historically, yes, that's true.

Holden: Then why this?

Alyssa: Well, I've given that a lot of thought, you know, I mean now that I've been ostracized by my friends, I've had plenty of time to think about it and what I've come up with is really simple, I came to this on my own terms. You know, I didn't just heed what I was taught. Men and women should be together the "natural" way, that kind of thing. I'm not with you because of what family, society, life tried to instill in me from Day One. The way the world is, how seldom it is that you meet that one person that just gets you, it's so rare. My parents didn't really have it. There were no examples really set for me in the world of male/female relationships, and to cut oneself off from finding that person to immediately half your options by eliminating the possibility of finding that one person within your own gender, that just seemed stupid to me. So I didn't. But then you came along. You, the one least likely. I mean, you were a guy.

Holden: Still am.

Alyssa: And while I was falling for you I put a ceiling on that because you were a guy, until I remembered why I opened the door to women in the first place. To not limit the likelihood of finding that one person that'd complement me so completely. So here we are. I was thorough when I looked for you and I feel justified lying in your arms, cuz I came here on my own terms. And I have no question that there's some place I didn't look. And for me that makes all the difference.

-Chasing Amy (dir. Kevin Smith, 1997)

burnthecharade

highway 41

Well do you have half a heart and a bottle for a mind? You act like whiskey and think like wine Well you just made it easier for her to ash out the cigarette You were the nicotine and she wasn’t addicted yet Way back in August she burned down her room Sat by the fire the same one she saw when she looked at you Gave it all away for a penny in a wishing well She wanted rich happiness it was never up for sale To hell with this daylight you wish that you were blind If you couldn’t see her face you’d have a better sense of time You always got lost out on highway 41 Should’ve read the goddamn roadsigns they all said she was the one

cockyhorror

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I’m starting to learn the boys I let into my bedroom aren’t going to make me forget you.

B.L letters I never sent (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

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Daydreaming by Michael Faudet

More of his writing here

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(18+)

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best friend

Dear Best Friend,

The friendships portrayed in movies kind of gave me an unrealistic expectation for what being a friend meant. I thought it meant being there always. Hanging out 24/7. Understanding everything. But that’s not what we are. There are times when I’m not there, or you’re not here, and it’s rough. And we live so far apart and there are somethings you say or do that make me angry. Sometimes I don’t understand you. Sometimes I don’t even want to.

But friendship isn’t about always being there, it’s about wanting to be there. And even when I think you’re a ridiculous crazy mess, I want to be there for you. I want to hear your stories and know about your day and support your “hoe activities” ;) and reassure you that you’re not alone.

The craziest part of all is that you do the same for me. The fact that you haven’t run away screaming from my life, no matter how moody or depressed or manic or drugged out I get, has not only taught me that you’re my best friend, but it has taught me that I deserve to be loved. It has taught me that I can be loved.

There have been people before you that I called my, “best friend,” who let me go, who gave up, who decided it was too much. And as much as I loved those friends, as much fun as we had and as real as our friendship was, it’s not about being there. It’s about staying.

I didn’t think anyone would ever stay. But you have, and you have changed my life just through phone calls, through funny photos and crying in the car and dealing with my family and travelling hours just to see me.

Wow this is so long but the point is I love you. And thank you.

xoxoxo,

SP ;)

leahsarah-blog

My best friend is beyond extraordinary <3

SP+GV= FOREVER

#love