hate to break it to you but if it keeps you up at night it still hurts no matter how hard you try to swallow it
I have a confession:
I hate being in my room all the time. I want to be anywhere else but here. Selfishly, I wish people would invite me over more often. I want to sleep in any other bed but my own. But it doesn’t make too much of a difference, my bad dreams follow me no matter where I go, I suppose it just feels less lonely.
Love isn’t missed calls and sore wrists
Love isn’t encouraging me to deprive myself of life
Love isn’t making empty promises
Love isn’t making me feel disposable
Love is my boyfriend listening and making me feel heard even when he doesn’t know what to say
Love is my boyfriend being open to communication no matter how difficult the conversation is
Love is my boyfriend rushing to hold me when I cried about missing my mom
Love is napping in the warm Colorado sun together
And love is staying up late to play Halo and eat Pop-Tarts
Love is making me feel loved without having to ask for it
Love is so gentle when you come across the right person
june 20th, 2024
If you feel like you’re ugly and lame just lie to yourself. Like say “Ohhhh my goddd I feel so awesome and sexy haha I am the most goated transvestite in this room rn” three times in front of the mirror and then you’ll feel better
I transitioned from a girl whose lips couldn't move fast enough. to a boy who the dance floor didn't love
love. love hard. love softly. love first. love last (even if you might regret it). love loudly. love quietly. love less (only when you have to). love more. love desperately. love carelessly. love openly. love behind closed doors. love your friends. love your family. love your lovers. love your pets. love the sky. love the moon and the stars. love sunshine and the flowers. it doesn’t matter what you do, just be in love with it. it’s what we’re born to do.
one day i will live in a house without slamming doors, angry men, and stinging words
one day