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it hurts
having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer
to love and be loved is to rest
never forget that the Grinch was raised by a lesbian couple 💚
Athena Nassar, from "Love Is Not Always Song, but the Swelling"
Alex Dimitrov, from "Tuesday"
how it feels being the only lesbian
i just realised i didnt add 'in my friendgroup' and now it just looks like i got rid of all the lesbians and i'm sad about it
First cavewoman to notice grugetta's back looks really nice when she's banging rocks together
。゚゚・。・゚゚。 ゚. October will bring blessings.
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biblical
i want someone to take my words like a bible
listen to me like i’m your religion
bow down on your knees
and pray to me like
i’m the only thing you believe in.
take my words like
you can’t live without me
you can’t breathe without me.
like i’m your last hope,
your light in an endless pit of darkness.
take my words like a bible
like you’re afraid to believe in anything else
among stars and nostalgia
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they are beautiful wow
dye(ing) to feel something
the dye sticks to everything
it’s been months of me attempting to wash it out.
i think i’ve tried everything
soap, bleach,
a mixture i made myself from a recipe online,
but it just won’t escape me.
maybe it’s that i haven’t tried hard enough
haven’t scrubbed enough
(i need my nails to bleed from the force)
maybe i just need to find the perfect remedy
to wash away all the stickiness (sickness)
my darkness disappearing down the shower drain
“how to get rid of dye that won’t wash away, a dye that won’t leave me”
it’s all over my clothes
my room
my skin
staining the white tile in the little bathroom
right outside of my bedroom door
how long do i have to live like this?
surrounded by a color
i never even wanted to have
something i just wanted to try
for maybe say,
a new beginning.
even after all that i have done,
i’ve waited for it to go away
to fade
but it feels as though it’s a part of me now
a new found part of myself.
maybe i can accept it (maybe i should get some help)
the dye sends me into sudden realizations
it almost speaks to me
places i had never seen before, parts of me i never knew, all covered in sticky, repulsive stains.
it won’t leave me (no, it can’t just say goodbye)
the dye sticks to everything
and i’m waiting for the day that i feel nothing at all
“I can fix her” but this is her:
my roommate
sometimes,
late at night
in the depths of my dark room
i turn over
and expect to see you there.
laying there.
nose to nose with me
your brown eyes staring deep into mine.
breath intertwining,
your chapped lips grazing my own.
but,
my room is different now.
i now have a TV that sits on my dresser
and a lamp on my nightstand
to keep the monsters away.
you see,
there are places that you have no longer touched,
places where your presence doesn’t even begin to linger.
all except my bed.
although i have new sheets,
and a brand new bedspread,
i can occasionally still feel you there.
i imagine i can still smell the lingering of your scent,
damp hair from the shower of earlier that day.
all in the place where we spent our time the most
the place where our bodies became one.
so much time has passed,
so much has changed,
yet i have to ask:
when will the day arrive that you finally leave my room?