Reblog To Have Something Lgbt Happen To You This Summer

i will not lie, friends, i actually have a very deep seated fear that i will never be truly and fully loved unless i have something to offer in return

my blog is, and always will be, a safe place for people who are not confident in their english speaking abilities. you will never be judged or mocked here.

and maybe i am a little bit in love with all of my friends. how could i not be when they place their whole heart in my hands and trust me to carry it safely home? lazy days spent in comfortable silence, tearful nights spent giving each other a reason to live. the exhilaration of learning your little quirks melting into a future where i know you better than the lines on my open palms. mutual understanding to be forever gentle with one another. inside jokes that follow me long after you've gone, reminding me to slow down and laugh a little more. your eyes are the lens through which i can see the world with love. your embrace is the shelter under which i find strength to continue on.

ik i’m fine on my own but where is the love of my life

hi darlings reblog to give the prev person a lil forehead kiss because yes <3

Pls reblog if u vote :)

my mom says she’s not a hugger. but when i put my arms around her on a gloomy day or after bad news she’s the last to let go. my dad says he doesn’t want gifts on his birthday, but i see the way his face light up when i get him a card with a nice message and a box full of chocolate anyway. he’s just a kid inside, still. it makes him giddy. my brother never says i love you. but when i tell him “i just need to finish the dishes before i vacuum!” he wordlessly goes to vacuum the entire house before i can, and if he sees me struggle with a wrapper or a jar or a bottle he mutters ‘c’mere’ and opens it for me without even sparing me a glance. the thing is, people love you quietly, and you love them quietly, and the air is buzzing with tiny but grand gestures & once you look for them, you find them everywhere. i think that’s really beautiful.

Conservatives yap and yap all the time about how kids don’t understand “woke” culture, but today the school age kids at the daycare had a field trip to a park and saw a really weird swing, and one immediately said “that’s for people with disabilities.”  And the others were like, “Oh, people with disabilities, yeah that makes sense.”  Like, the whole, clunky, politically correct phrase.  These are kids who spend most of their time on tablets and don’t like using five words when three words would do, and they said that phrase like it was natural to them.

Sometimes my kids will be making up characters and write pronouns on their pages.  One day a girl turned to me and said “This character is they/them.”  They don’t think of it as a foreign concept - different genders are just as new a concept to them as all the other stuff they’re learning at this age, and like all that stuff, they regard it not as something to fight about, but just another facet of the world to learn, understand, and incorporate into the stories they create.

The kids handle learning these things just fine.  It’s the adults who are moaning pissbabies about it.