my femme girlfriend: [hour and a half later] ok I’m ready to leave the house
me: [throwing on shorts and a tank top] okay baby i love you and you look so pretty
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My overdressed butch ass: [hour and a half later] ok I’m ready to leave the house
My femme girlfriend: [throwing on a sundress and head scarf] okay baby I love you and you look so handsome
Me: [after spending 6 hours on my hair and makeup] Babe I’m ready to head out now
My femme wife: [who has also taken 6 hours] Okay babe I love you I’m ready and your highlight is poppin severely but you need to blend that contour in a little bit
Me: [fixing her eyebrows] I love you
my overdressed butch ass: [hour and a half later] ok love im ready to leave the house
my equally overdressed femme girlfriend: [also hour and a half later] okay baby i love you we’re both so pretty
Me: [10 minutes and a tank top later] ok babe let’s go
My equally lazy butch girlfriend: [also 10 minutes and a tank top later] I love you honey but we gotta stop taking each other’s tank tops
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Me 60 mins of sitting in a towel a flannel and some jeans later 5 mins later.
[Turns to cat] Okay babe, see you tonight
“You may be a puzzle, but I like the way the parts fit.”
— Frank Sinatra, I Like to Lead When I Dance
“You may be a puzzle, but I like the way the parts fit.”
— Frank Sinatra, I Like to Lead When I Dance
“What no one tells you about love: 1. It changes you. And you won’t always like the changes - you’ll look at the girl in the mirror and wonder what happened. Then your phone will start ringing and it will be them, that photo of them which makes you smile and all the wonders will become a fading memory in your mind. Every time, you will pick up the phone. 2. It doesn’t solve anything. If anything, it creates new problems. Suddenly you’re not just shouldering the weight of your own world on your shoulders, you’re shouldering the weight of your combined worlds and you’re happy to do it. But just because you’re happy to do it, happy to have twice as many bad days. You’re willing to go with the bad days just to make it to the really good ones. But that doesn’t mean that your eyes aren’t lined with exhaustion, that your shoulders don’t shake with the fatigue. You will go to sleep smiling and exhausted and for a while, that life - that life of going to sleep during the early hours of the morning, little spats and lame jokes, wondering if it was supposed to be this hard and marveling at how easy it is - will fill you up. 3. Nothing comes without complications. Not even love. And love is not compatibility. Because when they’ll need you when all you want is to be alone. There will be days when you want the stars and they’re ok on the ground. It will continue to go back and forth. You will be filled with questions. You will ask God, the universe, the stars and anything else that will listen to questions that nobody can answer but you. 4. You will make yourself ok with things that are not ok. You will contort your body and heart into something that they are not, something that people who are not in love (you, before love) would scoff at. Because love is not without sacrifice. And if it’s the first time, you won’t know what to sacrifice and what to keep hidden between your palms. 5. The good days are really good. The best, actually with more laughter and joy than you ever thought any single human being had a right to. Cookies at 3am, secret kisses in every dark corner you can find, shared looks in crowded rooms, whispered secrets in empty ones - the good days are so good that you are willing to deal with the bad. But now, bad is really bad. Bad is this lump in your throat that makes every breath like swallowing around a quarter. Bad is this perpetual haze of anxiety hovering over you. Bad is this thing you’ll do where you’ll compromise who you are because you’re afraid that they’ll leave. 6. And you never know if they’ll really stay. You are always afraid that if you are too much of yourself, too demanding about your space, about your secret corners and quiet afternoons, they will find someone else. Maybe the fear goes away. Maybe it doesn’t. 7. They will not tell you things. And there are things that you won’t tell them. Things that start building a space between you and them that neither of you knows how to break down. It is no man’s land and you are both trespassings on property that belongs to neither of you. 8. It is the best thing in the world. Despite every hard thing on this list, it is one of the best things you will ever experience.”
— What no one tells you about love // 16.11.2018
Happy birthday to my wife, the love of my life and the greatest soul a girl could ask for @queerbian!!
No amount of time with you will be enough. xxxx
“She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.”
— Nikita Gill
the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.
gay culture is never being able to tell if a girl is flirting with u or not
Have you ever just seen a girl and heard her laugh and nothing and no one else mattered from that point on.
All your energy and time and thoughts were to just make her laugh at any cost.
Cause the sound of her laugh and that shy smile on her face as she does it.
Man, that shit made you feel more alive than anything