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Your light, soft yet blinding, Battles back demons. They are stronger than they once were. They remain close, Just outside the perimeter, Waiting for you to fade.
Here upon this old woven chair She sits in the land of the inbetween Perched under a wooden sign post The one rooted into muscle that sits between our ribs There at the very tip toe top
i just want to feel your touch.i’d give anything to be with you.to feel your arms around me.so tightly.i want you more than words can express. i want you to be near me in so many ways.
You say they’re confused They don't know what they want They don't understand And in order to put the world in order
When I look at her, Thousands of butterflies Fill my stomach And bounce back and forth, Trying desperately to get free. When I look at her,
I have spent most of my life determining who I am Who is Ivy? Is she me? Is she trapped behind a mirror? Is ivy who I am destined to be?
Her voice is the light at the end of the tunnel. If only there was a tunnel I could go through to get to her. For now, I have to accept that the phone line is the best tunnel I'll have to her.
There are different sorts of fuzzies The Morgan Fuzzies The Girl Fuzzies She’s felt the Morgan Fuzzies Many times before Morgan Candy Jocelyn They’re frivolous fuzzies
My chest has the compiled list of the things I want most A detailed description of their face, to the color of their eyesTo the sparkle in their teethI’ve fallen for the way she looks at me to the way he disagreed with me But according to him, my
so about my everything, my world, my bae, my bestfriend, my luva that person is sooo special to me i dont no what i would do without them im in love with them my everything is smart
Dearest Mom and Dad, I am so sorry Sorry about my naivety as a young child Constantly, aimlessly wandering about with your knowledge The multiple times I scared you The many encounters with towering strangers
dear Me in the Closet, imagine a sunrise that goes on for forever,the radiant colors staining every inch of the sky you see.beautiful, right?
Winter has whispered it's gentle song, above and below, like an ancient tongue. The streets are frosted, much like her eyes. I can't find her, not even amidst the blue suburban skies.
You always told me you did these things Because you loved me. But I'm not so sure about that anymore Cause, you see, I've moved on with my life, And when I look back I still see you stuck in the mud.
When you were mine I took care of you. I didn't care that we were both girls, I made sure you knew I loved you, And you made sure I knew I was loved. When I finally told my mom about us
You don't need to do this, she said No, it’s fine! I replied. I want to, I said Because I love you, I thought. You don’t have to if it’s too much trouble, he said
Is possible to be who you are when the whole world is against you? Does it matter if you know who you are if the ones you cherish will only reject you To be who you are is to experience pain
People say I'm not valid, people say I should choose, they don't understand though I love people not genders. People say I'm dramatic, people say I'm just scared, they don't understand though
Seven years old watching tv Seeing the gorgeous girl on tv, Every man would want her But I want her Isn't this supposed to be wrong? Everyone in my family says it's wrong
For years and years I was filled with fear
ACT I The thing that shaped my year? Well…it was not a what, or a when, or a where, or even a why… It was a who. But who…was this who?
The feel of her lips on mine. "It's just a phase" I try to block out all feelings I have for her. "It's just a phase" I look away as she moves toward me, Filled with longing to hold her.
The feel of her lips on mine. "It's just a phase" I try to block out all feelings I have for her. "It's just a phase." I look away as she moves toward me, filled with the longing to hold her.
Her and him. Her and him. I struggle to choose. I love her with the warm smile And brown eyes that sparkle in the sun. I love him with the laugh of a thousand angels
girl is sensual,girl likes sitting on a washing machinewith her mascara mouth openchanting something she learned in a pop song.
god wears a necklace with a thin gold chain and "julia" written in script, a name clutched in the hollow of a sunkissed throat. god wears a soft blue skirt with
Living without my identity is like slipping through the drain on the side of the road. Flowing away with the water Nowhere to be seen. As if I could be seen.
Meaning to my existence flees from me Must I decide from various notions When decisions are my own cup of tea Based on preference, not by promotions
(I am who I am as a result of who I am not) I am not the girl my parents thought I would be
The longest journey Is finding joy. And it's hard to find In one certain boy. To use a cliche, He's been through hell, And things aren't going To turn out well. Everything is a trigger,
Should he choose to stay for me I'll look at him and wonder Will his love be for me to keep, Or tear my heart asunder?
While the world splits meAnd everythingIn twos,The only option that fits meI'm not allowed to choose.When I tuck up my hairIt's not to impress you.So don't tell me what I should wear.
I'll kiss you eight times in these lines, The eight beats for me, a lifetime. Now, last press of your lips to mine,
I know some who say they love the night, While others claim they treasure day. No, for me a choice just won't feel right So I will steal them both away.
I'm the girl behind the curtain,
the veil for insecurity
It feels soft, smooth, curves at the bust.
Do I fancy myself as more of a Marvell when I watch her delicate hands search for the rubies in her mind’s Ganges?
Sometimes I really gotta think The SJWs gotta got it right They rioting over the world’s dieting And trannies are the cool folks now It’s uncanny how your eyes open on Tumblr dashboards
"Erasure," It's a word that's been Thrown around lately Something That has unfortunately Been brought to my attention Because it is about me, It is me. I have been "erased"
there are the pans and the hets and the homos
i am not here for your convenience,
Do you know what it's like, To like boys and girls in a small, Southern Predominantly Christian town? To hear your peers talk about homosexuality being wrong and weird?
The single most used phrase I have heard in my life is "Its just a phase" From every single direction, I have been surrounded and I have been crucified by the phrase "Its just a phase"
Hey You! Yeah you! You’re beautifulI’m just jokingYou’re actually drop dead gorgeous when you smile rainbows fill the sky