I'm the hero of this story, I don't need to be saved.

Forever curious, intolerably charming & a girl with lots to say. A home wrecker with a heart of gold. I have horrendous taste in the opposite sex, but my pick of the female form is second-to-none. A 23 year old wanderer, who is not lost.

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I have loved you, every day since I was twelve years old. Your gawky smile, and your ridiculous plans made me melt. We were friends, best friends, as close as two people could be. We kissed sometimes, always on a dare and never spoke about after. We lay in the fields behind your house and held hands, scared to move as we knew the immensity of our feelings would engulf us if spoken about. We sat together in class, forever in trouble and even then, our teachers knew. People asked us, we laughed. ‘We’re like brother and sister’, we would say and look at each other in mock disgust.

We drifted apart, made new friends. I had a boyfriend, and he was jealous of our relationship, he was right to be. You told me you were leaving, I didn’t believe you. Who just ups and leaves? You did. I was lost. Heartbroken. I cried for months, my heart ached and I longed for you to come home. I told you I loved you, that I wished you had stayed. We wished things were different, but we couldn’t change a thing. We sent letters, photographs of our life and bits and pieces of ourselves. We spoke less frequently, months passed, years merging together.

Today is your birthday.
And I have loved you, every single day since I was twelve years old.
Happy Birthday my darling, I will love you until the end of time.xx

I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need.

C.R. (via dehanginggarden)

You don’t believe me when I tell you that I like the noises you make when you sleep
And I don’t believe you when you tell me that my voice is your favorite sound,
Not when you can sing like that.
One of your ex’s name tastes like stale coffee
And the other one burns as if I’ve swallowed a scalding pot.
You don’t understand why I don’t discuss my first love with you
But how am I supposed to tell the sun that I once fell for the moon?
If I could, I’d pay rent for the spaces between your fingers,
So if anyone else tried to intertwine their hand with yours,
They would be trespassing.
I’m very good at useless metaphors
And very bad at telling people how I feel
But on our worst nights, you’re snow in the month of March
and even though I’m sick of winter,
I will never stop appreciating the beauty of a blizzard.

All About Us, #1  (via lesboflow)

(Source: attuition)

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears.

It’s been months since I last felt the weight of my illness on my shoulders. I haven’t felt that destructive need in longer than I can remember. The pain has subsided, the horrors locked behind the gate for now.

My head is bloody, but unbowed.x

Bring consent out of the bedroom. I think part of the reason we have trouble drawing the line “it’s not okay to force someone into sexual activity” is that in many ways, forcing people to do things is part of our culture in general. Cut that shit out of your life. If someone doesn’t want to go to a party, try a new food, get up and dance, make small talk at the lunchtable—that’s their right. Stop the “aww c’mon” and “just this once” and the games where you playfully force someone to play along. Accept that no means no—all the time.

The Pervocracy: Consent culture. (via notemily)

it’s especially important to practice this with KIDS. Kids need to know it’s ok to say no to giving auntie a hug and kiss. it’s ok to say no to getting up on stage at a children’s show or activity. it’s ok to say no. please teach your children this!

(via shannibal-cannibal)