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“Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”
— Caitlyn Siehl (via serious)
If you’re in hell, hug the devil.
Licia Ronzulli, member of the European Parliament, has been taking her daughter Vittoria to the Parliament sessions for two years now.
Every time this is on my dash, it’s an automatic reblog.
“I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes dream drenched voice, lazy bones ‘five more minutes please babe.’ I want your Tuesday afternoon coffee break, glasses off, laughter on ‘just hold me for a while it’s been a hard day.’ I want your Wednesday evening fingers through hair teeth nibbling nails neck craning, eye glazing ‘this paperwork never ends’ I want your Thursday night drinks for two bones unbind muscles let loose flats, slacks, ‘just me and you’ I want your finally Friday stretch soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes fingers unfurl, hand extends ‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’ I want your weekend. your movie marathon Saturday reading by the fireplace kissing in the blankets want your Sunday morning orange juice and pancakes white sheets, tender skin hair like the Fourth of July ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’ I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release I want your bad day and that terrible night I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life.”
— (via guiltyhypocrites)
Everything is better when we’re together.
“It’s always the extremes. Either I am too loud or too silent. And somewhere in that noise I seem to have lost my voice and myself.”
— thoughtsincosmos | @wnq-writers
“I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes dream drenched voice, lazy bones ‘five more minutes please babe.’ I want your Tuesday afternoon coffee break, glasses off, laughter on ‘just hold me for a while it’s been a hard day.’ I want your Wednesday evening fingers through hair teeth nibbling nails neck craning, eye glazing ‘this paperwork never ends’ I want your Thursday night drinks for two bones unbind muscles let loose flats, slacks, ‘just me and you’ I want your finally Friday stretch soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes fingers unfurl, hand extends ‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’ I want your weekend. your movie marathon Saturday reading by the fireplace kissing in the blankets want your Sunday morning orange juice and pancakes white sheets, tender skin hair like the Fourth of July ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’ I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release I want your bad day and that terrible night I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life.”
— (via guiltyhypocrites)
The harsh paradox of being shouted at in the street for kissing my girlfriend on the International Day against Homophobia, Biphobia and Transphobia.
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 (via racksley)
Sometimes I feel like the harder I try the more I lose you. As if my interest triggers your disinterest. And I don’t know how to solve it as I would never want you to know what it feels like to think that the one you care about it slipping away from you.
This is beautiful and heart breaking
My gay heart
I don’t think straight people even understand we have this fear
This
i think the weirdest thing is having left over information about someone. like i still know someone’s favorite girl name. or their favorite season. or someone’s address. i remember someone’s favorite ice cream flavors. and someone’s favorite childhood book. and the mental disorder their uncle has. i remember the ages and birthdays of their siblings. i remember the song they said they’d sing to their spouse. where do i put this down? where do i learn to forget?
Still so accurate. What am I meant to do with all this knowledge now I can't use it to make you smile?
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i think the weirdest thing is having left over information about someone. like i still know someone’s favorite girl name. or their favorite season. or someone’s address. i remember someone’s favorite ice cream flavors. and someone’s favorite childhood book. and the mental disorder their uncle has. i remember the ages and birthdays of their siblings. i remember the song they said they’d sing to their spouse. where do i put this down? where do i learn to forget?
