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“i’m your safety net, the girl you don’t take to bed, the one you play games with and tell me to put my life on hold waiting for when you stop kissing meaningless people and come back ever the conquering hero who just wants to settle down with that nice next door girl well fuck you and fuck the horse you rode in on my mouth is too beautiful to be filled with the ashes of waiting on your backburner my mouth is too beautiful to talk around your name as if it was a shard of glass i hold between my teeth, no, i’m not your plan in case your life goes south, i’m way too fucking good for my whole story to be “one day he’ll figure it out just wait and see” i’m not yours i’m not i’m my own fucking person and i have dreams and hopes and aspirations and they’re all about a million times more important than sitting around twiddling my thumbs until i’m your special person because if you can’t get around to loving me now don’t fucking bother somewhere out there is a girl with great hair who would fall for me the moment that our eyes meet or maybe there’s somebody who starts a conversation in a library and never wants to leave my side or maybe it’s a boy just like you but i’m not ever his fucking fallback, i’m his main attraction so keep it up keep saying you’re in love because it doesn’t matter to me all that fucking much.”

— Written for my friend who asked for a poem about “your best friend telling you that he loves you and that he’ll always have a crush on you and that he thinks we’ll get married some day but he wont break up with his girlfriend.” /// r.i.d

inkskinned

“i’m your safety net, the girl you don’t take to bed, the one you play games with and tell me to put my life on hold waiting for when you stop kissing meaningless people and come back ever the conquering hero who just wants to settle down with that nice next door girl well fuck you and fuck the horse you rode in on my mouth is too beautiful to be filled with the ashes of waiting on your backburner my mouth is too beautiful to talk around your name as if it was a shard of glass i hold between my teeth, no, i’m not your plan in case your life goes south, i’m way too fucking good for my whole story to be “one day he’ll figure it out just wait and see” i’m not yours i’m not i’m my own fucking person and i have dreams and hopes and aspirations and they’re all about a million times more important than sitting around twiddling my thumbs until i’m your special person because if you can’t get around to loving me now don’t fucking bother somewhere out there is a girl with great hair who would fall for me the moment that our eyes meet or maybe there’s somebody who starts a conversation in a library and never wants to leave my side or maybe it’s a boy just like you but i’m not ever his fucking fallback, i’m his main attraction so keep it up keep saying you’re in love because it doesn’t matter to me all that fucking much.”

— Written for my friend who asked for a poem about “your best friend telling you that he loves you and that he’ll always have a crush on you and that he thinks we’ll get married some day but he wont break up with his girlfriend.” /// r.i.d

inkskinned

“you are fourteen when you discover that girls are a concoction so full of magic that being around them makes your hands shake at sixteen you kiss your best friend at a party. your fingers find the side of her face, the smooth moon of her jaw, her thick black hair. she tastes like whiskey and your heart hammers against your ribs. she breaks apart from you, laughing, and goes to make out with her boyfriend. at eighteen you are in a short tight skirt and your eyes are on a golden girl who smells like daisies and never stops smiling and there are six boys around you and they’re all begging you to reach for each other and you refuse at first but after four shots suddenly it’s all heat and hands and holding her against you, it’s the way she feels when she sighs against your lips and how her teeth feel against your neck, it’s knowing you messed up hard this time because you want to kiss her awake in the mornings you want to kiss her over tea you want to kiss her until her toes curl and she forgets how to speak but she just finds a boy and leaves.”

— “I like girls but my parents can’t know.” // r.i.d

stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland

Harmonizers are alive 🙌🏽

camrenisforever

Feeling nostalgic

sweet-dreamcs

The way Camila and Lauren always complement each other sometimes feels unreal, probably soulmates stuff.

lesbiandomesticity

you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.