In Another Universe, I Left The Night I Turned 18 And Freed Myself From You Forever

I hope every lesbian who grew up being told that lesbian was a bad word finds peace and comfort and pride in the knowledge that lesbian is a good wonderful word with a deep rich meaning and history

This blog is specifically for soft, kind, loving girls who also fill with unspeakable rage and would set the world on fire

i’m here for bisexual boys that have to put up with biphobia from their friends and family

i’m here for asexual boys that are faced with the “boys are hypersexual” stereotype every day

i’m here for gay boys that were abandoned by their friends because they thought that they were going to hit on them

i’m here for trans boys that get asked “where did my little girl go” by their parents

i’m here for pansexual boys who are told that their identities are invalid

I’m here for questioning boys that are terrified of their own feelings because they’ve been taught that being different is bad

i’m just here for the LGBT+ boys okay

that toxic intense homoerotic female friendship you had from ages 13-16 is like. you were my best friend, you’re the reason I have trust issues, being with you was the worst years of my life, I had the best years of my life with you, I hate you, I can never let you go, every second song makes me think of you, I miss being able to make you laugh, I am jealous of your boyfriend, you are not a girl anymore, neither am I, our paths keep running parallel while we try to prise ourselves apart, I still turn around when someone calls your name. i wish i hated you. i hope you never touch me again, i want to hug you forever, i want to cradle you on the bathroom floor like the day before the world locked down when you sobbed for me to take you back. we shaped each other’s adolescence like clay in our hands. i know your deepest fears. I don’t know what you thought of that exam. I moved classes to get away from your presence in the second row - i shared my last ever school lesson with you by my side. we have inside jokes but never dare say them. we both loved each other more than we loved ourselves. sometimes i want to make a joke and then remember with a jolt that only you and i would find it funny. whenever i see a bird crash into a window I remember you cradling that magpie in your jacket. they’ll never understand you like i do. I want you to tell me what you really think. I want you to never say a word to me. you never understood me like I needed you to. every night I wear the pajama pants you got me as a birthday present. if i had never met you i would be a different person (!) … if I had never met you, I would be a different person. you taught me a secret language I cant speak with anyone else. 

I will wait for you while you finish eating, if everybody else leaves I will wait while you tie your shoelace or fill up the bottle, if you are walking slow I'll hold my hand out and wait for you to catch up.

This is me loving you softly.

i wish there were more than 24 hours in a day and beverages were $1 and growing up didn’t hurt so much

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god