Also, as time goes on, I realize how inconsistent my posts are. So, sorry about that.
the first time I fell in love with his aesthetic and acting ability I was walking to my aunt’s place and started skipping down the road. obviously, that meant I wasn’t gay.
the first time I fell in love with her was when I saw her skirt billow as she was walking around the corner. I wrote a poem about it, pretended I was writing about my grandmother, and handed it in as an assignment for French class.
the first time I fell in love with her she was playing a song she wrote for me on my mother’s beat-up old piano. we shared a first kiss. I was wearing a red T-shirt and men’s boxers.
the first time I fell in love with her we were sitting beside the pond and staring at the reflection of the stars. it was August 13th, on a Friday.
the first time I fell in love with them we were in a church and they were singing Monteverdi’s vespers. the second time I fell in love with them was during my first rehearsal. we cut off together. I didn’t know that was possible.
the first time I fell in love with myself I bought myself bright burgundy wedges and wore them to Safeway because I didn’t have anywhere else to wear them. I cried.
I had a really good day, actually :) What about you, friend?
- white people are not the bad guys
- Christian people are not the bad guys
- Republicans are not the bad guys
- straight people are not the bad guys
- cisgender people are not the bad guys
- rich people are not the bad guys
- men are not the bad guys
- racist, bigoted, homophobic, ignorant, selfish, and / or rude people are the bad guys
dear social justice bloggers
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Whatever you want, you’re so fucking special
I will never forget the kid in group therapy who told us that this is how he feels. Period.
yeah good grades are cool and all but have you ever had a good night sleep