Kind Of Like My Ultimate Goal

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77. Are relationships ever worth it?

They are worth it even though they can sting sometimes 

i wanna date someone and live with them in a shitty apartment but be happy about it because we are happy together and we can decorate it with stupid dorky posters of shit we like and figurines and art and we can cook weird recipes we found on the internet and eat them and watch cartoons even if the food is gross because we made it and we’re perfect

So satisfying

i wonder whose arms i would run and fall into, if i was drunk in a room with every person i have ever loved.

I can’t stop thinking about this post.

In health class today, we got a “what should you say back to somebody who tries pressures you into sex” worksheet. This is what I wrote. And below, what it says, in case you’re having trouble with the picture or reading my handwriting. "Come on, just this once." - I’d rather have pizza and watch a movie. "What could it hurt?" - You, if you keep pestering me. "Everybody’s doing it." - Too bad I’m not everybody. "If you loved me, you’d let me." - If you loved me, you’d buy me Supernatural on Blu-Ray. Hand ‘em over. "I promise we’ll use a condom every time." - *stares blankly until partner gets uncomfortable and leaves* "No one has to know." - No one has to know if I murder you. "What are you afraid of?" - Spiders, needles, wasps, clowns, heights, murderers… "Don’t you love me enough to have sex with me?" - No. "You’re just chicken." - *starts twitching wildly, making chicken noises, and flaps arms like wings* "Don’t you want to know what it’s like?" - Not with you. "Everyone knows you’ve done it before." - I’d think I’d remember something like that. "Maybe you just don’t like boys." - Yes, I’m a lesbian. "Put out or get out." - Okay, bye. "I’m clean, I promise." - Maybe you should take a bath, then, just to be sure.

What if clouds and lakes switched spots and every time you looked up you’d see waves being pulled by the moon and we’d wade through the clouds on a hot day. What if birds grew grass and the ground grew feathers. What if flowers were as tall as trees and trees as small as flowers.