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no its 7, 6 of them make 3 couples and im the seventh
“Bisexuals don’t belong in the LGBT community” ohhh ok I guess the B stands for ‘bitch’ and that’s where you fit in, gotcha
I was explaining bi and trans erasure/phobia in the gay community to my mum and she was outraged and burst out “WHAT DO THEY THINK IT STANDS FOR? LESBIANS, GAYS, BICYCLES AND TRICYCLES?!” and I don’t think I’ll forget that until my dying day.
Here’s to the slutty bisexuals
The prudish aces
The lesbians with short hair
The flamboyant gay men
Just because you fit a sterotype, it doesn’t mean you are less important
My home is 21 miles away. My home is in the crook of her neck. My home is when she whispers “I love you baby” while she kisses my back when she thinks I’m sleeping. My home is when she runs her thumb across my cheek and gently pulls me in for a kiss. My home is her. She is my home. Someone take me home.
(via kpeepz)
My home is 2,700 miles away
(via alexashayyy)
My home doesn’t want me to call it home anymore
(via high0nlife-life0nhigh)
My home is 700 miles away (via
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So is mine baby. I love and miss you so much
(via lets-idont-even-know)
If you date me, you’re dating my loud laugh. You’re dating my constant nervousness. You’re dating my happiness for little things like flowers or drawings of dogs. My 2 AM sadness. My once a month period pains. My overwhelming thoughts that make me panic. If you date me, you’re dating everything about me. And if you can’t deal with everything about me, don’t even bother.
(via lxvatos)
my grandma told me something yesterday that pretty much changed my outlook on life. we were having dinner and talking about my future, and how all of my friends seem to be doing so much better than i am, and she looked at me and said “hey, if we all had the same path in life the road would be too crowded” and i haven’t stopped thinking about that since.
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My homophobic parents found out about my relationship with my girlfriend (I am also a girl) and made me end it just because it wasn’t “traditional love”. I love my girlfriend, or ex, very much. All I ask is for everyone who reblogs this, I will write their URL name in a composition book until it is completely filled and I’ll give it to my parents saying “Look at all the thousands upon thousands of complete strangers who support me. Why can’t you guys do the same?”
my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees
I miss you clenching my fingers when you had a bad dream, and me just being able to lean over to kiss your forehead until your grip on my fingers slowly loosened and I felt your shoulders relax and your breathing starting to steady. I miss your sleepy whispers telling me you love me at 3am when you rolled over into my arms. I miss how gently you kissed the parts of my body that I hated, making all my worries just vanish. I miss the taste of your lips on mine. I miss how I couldn’t help but to smile whenever your lips grazed mine in the most innocent way. I miss the way your finger tips felt when you’d rub my arm. I miss the way your skin felt so warm and soft against mine while we’d take a shower. I miss the way you looked at me when we made love. I miss you. I miss every part of you. I fucking miss you.
the worst part is, I’m forgetting how your touch felt on my skin. (via youknow-me-not-my-story)
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