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He is my greatest source of joy, and despite all the possible complications, I need him in my life. I’m not going to ruin us. I hope.
It would be impossible for anyone to forget you, I say in my head, you beautiful boy.
“You’re literally just quoting a Kelly Clarkson song.”
I love her for that
Let’s do the things that will lead to us becoming the people we want to be.”
Omg
Wanksta??
As of right now, I have no idea what God’s plan is, and it has me feeling like I just woke up from a long, deep sleep and I don’t know where I am, who I am, or what I want.
But I won’t allow it. This is your summer. This is your chance to figure your romantic life out. Whichever route you take, I’ll support you.”
It would be so much easier not to feel anything for anyone at all. The problem is I feel so much.
Why is the world like this? How is the world like this? How is it that humans have created a society that allows a child to come to the conclusion that they would be better off dead than alive because they like the same sex?
It’s funny how everything’s a double entendre when you’re living a double life.
I’m done with people. People are exhausting. Sure, they can be fun sometimes; they can “open you up to new experiences” or whatever. But the anxiety leading up to spending time with them and the emotional drain afterward make them not worth it.
Yes, he’s, like, literal sunshine, but you know what happens when you’re in the sun too long? You burn.
I hate this paragraph
They say you need to love yourself before you can love someone else, but I feel like I need confirmation sometimes, that I’m someone to love.
I want a person to demonstrate that it’s possible to love me, no matter what. And those three words are so important: no matter what. I want someone to love me unconditionally. I want to be certain that nothing I could ever do would make them stop.
Free Palestine 🇵🇸
You can’t love someone if you’re not willing to fight for them. And boy did I love that boy in front of me.
Some parents pin all their hopes and dreams on their children, and as a result, those kids feel all kinds of pressure to be some sort of familial savior destined to achieve greatness and keep their extended family from drowning. And while I feel that pressure even without their showing it, I know my parents are happy as long as my head’s above water. Which, for now, it is.
“I’m sure they have some here. I want one like Mariana’s bra.” “Shut up,” Fabiola says, smiling. “I just wanna feel pretty!”
I’m riding a little faster than usual because I think I’m trying to fly; I’m trying to be free. Mostly I’m trying not to feel like a bird in a cage.
He’s so me coded
Why does it hurt so much to see other people happy? Is it because happiness is my first love who never came back? Seeing her (because, let’s be honest, if we had to assign happiness a gender, it’d be female) shine in other people’s lives reminds me that she left me, and all I can do is wait and hope she’ll eventually find me worthy enough to be with again.
It’d be silly to think I’m having these thoughts solely because of Tyler and/or hetero park couple. These… episodes of mine are a result of my brain’s well-trodden path to total meltdown. Sure, there are triggers, but this is who I am. It’s what I deserve.
It always happens in the summer. People are supposed to get sad in the winter, but for me it’s always the summer. There’s too much time. Too much time to think. Too much time to feel.
Being bi is torture.
Yuck they didn’t have to choose a book with grooming in it smh
Damn right
“God doesn’t hate anyone. At least that’s what I’ve been taught. But if he does hate a specific group of people, why would he focus on queer people? What do we do that’s so specifically bad?”
“Why isn’t it ‘God hates pedophiles,’ ” I continue. “Or ‘God hates abusive spouses,’ or ‘God hates men who make moves on their wives’ family members?’ Or what if we changed it to a single representative person. Like ‘God hates Chris Browns?’ ” “Or ‘God hates Woody Allens,’ ” Mr. Chastman says.
NASTY
But I don’t feel like a person with you. I want to be with someone who makes me feel like a person. Even if we’re only hooking up.”
Aww…
“You’re white! Really white! Like dough! So start acting like it! Put on sunscreen and talk like your equally white parents raised you to!”
possibility of falling in love with a girl lately, but he’s right. Like Arturo also pointed out, this summer, this past year, has been all about the dudes. It’s not that I like guys better (though it’s common for bi peeps to have a preference for one gender or another), and it’s not that I don’t still like girls. And I’m realizing now that it’s not just the tiramisu explanation, either. It’s just that… I think I’ve always been subconsciously aware that in the future, when I’m older, when it comes time for me to take relationships more seriously, to maybe start a family, I’ll probably seek out
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Last time it was his hand that made the world stop. His whole body makes the solar system stop. I feel like I’m being healed.
We lie like that for a while. For how long I’ll never know. Feels like forever and a few moments at the same time. God, his heart is beating fast. I thought it was only mine that was always hammering away. In this moment, with his heartbeat echoing throughout my body, with his smell more precious than oxygen, this broken boy has never felt more whole.
Love is not a zero-sum game.
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