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Dear Santa
This Christmas…..
I want cuddles. But not the normal type of cuddles. I want my girlfriend to be curled into me. Her back pushed against my stomach so I can feel every inch of her body relaxing and melting into mine. I want my face to rest gently at the base of her neck so I can snuggle into her skin and inhale her sweet scent. I want our legs to be entangled, merging two bodies into one soul where you can’t tell where she begins and where I end. I want my arm under her head so she can rest her head on me. I want my other arm to be draped over her body so I can pull her closer to me and feel her warmth, feeling her love. I want our hands to be entwined, my fingers clasped around hers in the never ending love of two girls promising to be together until Christmas turns into New Years and the seasons stop turning. I want someone to love this Christmas.
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do you ever get in one of the moods were you just want to be held, and to be called babygirl and even just to be loved. like, sometimes i just get in this weird mood when all i want in the world is affection ugh

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““Find someone who tells you you’re beautiful, who constantly reminds you that they love you, and what they love about you. Never settle for anything less than you deserve, because you deserve the world. Find someone, who makes you happy””

— ~ advice from a girl in love

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“When I say I love you more, I don’t mean I love you more than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us, I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance, I love you more than any obstacle that could try and come between us. I love you the most!”

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“I’ve seen people after Pride. They wipe away rainbows with shaking hands, Take off flower crowns with precarious, guilty joy. They’ve all heard the stories of boys like them who’ve died, All because they kissed a boy. I’ve seen people after Pride. Rocks and beer cans thrown their way. There’s no stereotypical sassy sway As they walk fast, too fast, scared, too scared, Living with hate day after day. I’ve seen people after Pride. I saw two girls. They weren’t clasping hands, they were holding on. They knew that soon it all could be gone. A man on the bus verbally abused them until their stop. I’m not sure if they were safe on the way home. I’ve seen people after Pride, Having phone calls with their parents that end with trembling lips and teary eyes. Non-acceptance that’s unrepentant, Any paternal agape denied. Hate has a way of making promises a lie. I’ve seen people after Pride, With heads held high and hands clenched tight, They can’t stop the fear, but they can start the fight. I’ve seen people after Pride, And I can’t hide my respect. And I can’t help to think that anyone that doesn’t Should take some time to reflect.”

— ‘Pride,’ - Megan’s Poetry #50

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Dear Homophobic Parents,

When I build up enough courage to tell you that I’m bi, I want you understand that I am not sorry….

Thank you, thank you for showing me exactly who not to be.

Thank you for making me feel like I didn’t belong.

Thank you for teaching my brothers how to hate people like me.

Don’t ever expect me to support your homophobic comments at dinner.

Don’t fucking judge me when I try to defend people like me.

Don’t tell me I’m just as bad as “them” when I do defend them.

Don’t tell me nothings more disappointing than having a gay child.

Don’t send your thoughts to parents who have kids like me.

Don’t complain about how disgusting we are.

Stop teaching my little cousins how to hate me people like me.

I hate that I ever looked up to you.

I hate that you will never love me the way you love my brothers.

I hate that I can’t bring who I love around you.

But the thing is, I shouldn’t feel bad. I shouldn’t feel guilty for being born the way I was, but I fucking do. I don’t want to put you through this “horrible” experience. I don’t want to break your hearts, but I know I’m going to. Decent humans would be proud to call me their daughter, they wouldn’t care who I loved. I was in an amazing relationship and you’re part of the reason it didn’t work. I picked you guys over her and it’s a huge regret of mine. She was perfect and you guys are far from that.

I was your prize child but that’s going to change so fast. Bragging about me is going to stop. Putting me on a pedestal is going to stop. Loving me the way you do is going to stop. Open your minds and maybe I’ll open my heart. I am not sorry for who I am, but I sure as hell use to be. If you cannot accept who I am than you don’t deserve to be a part of my life. I wish I realized this earlier.

Sincerely,

Your pretty gay daughter

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Dear parents...

I am not you. We are not the same people. We don’t look at the world the same way. We choose different words. We take different steps. I can not and do not want to be you. You’re beautiful as individuals, as people, and God knows I love you to death, but I am beautiful too. And that beauty is not defined by the things we do similarly. It is defined by our differences. My beauty and it’s definition lies in myself, and it can not be framed by your norms. My beauty is mine. The words I choose are only mine. Some I share with the world, some I don’t. But the ones I do are mine to pick, and it’s not your job to pick me apart for choosing them. After all, they are doing no harm. Though they sometimes may be uncomfortable for you, they are still words worth saying. They are still an expression of the very person I am. And shouldn’t you get excited at the very thought of me wanting to express who I am? Aren’t you the ones who molded me? Shouldn’t you be happy that I’m growing and spreading outside your lines? Learning more about who it is that I am to myself and to the world? Shouldn’t you be jumping for joy every time you hear me sing my songs and not analyze and pick apart the words that make them? Shouldn’t you feel at ease for giving me roots like you did?
And shouldn’t you let me spread my branches?
Me and you are not „a we“. You say „this isn’t exactly our style“ but our style doesn’t exist. There’s mine and yours. There’s me and you. There’s loving each other for what isn’t the same in us as well as what is. You can’t fix me. I needn’t be fixed. I need to be loved. The only thing any of us essentially need is to be loved. Not for what we can agree on, but for what we can disagree on.
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Does she fancy me?

Or is she just being friendly?

My favourite game

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Update: she fancies me

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Update: She’s my girlfriend

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Update: We live together

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Update: We just got our first house 🏡

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Update: Here’s us with our first Christmas Tree

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Update: Here’s a little doodle of us I had commissioned for her birthday

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Update, we’re engaged

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER

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caffeinewitchcraft

Relationships get so bananas when you start deciphering the other person’s love language.

Like I thought I was just acquaintances with this person because they never told me details about themselves and we just talked movies and writing . But then they made time to have coffee with me and they showed up out of breath because they ran. Like. RAN to be on time for coffee with me?

And I was like “i don’t mind waiting” cause I never want to run

But they said they wanted every minute they could get because I’m so busy usually

Which is when it clicked that I didn’t get how much they considered me a friend because I just straight away didn’t see MY signs of affection in them and went “cool! Casual buds it is.” But now that I’m seeing their signs of affection, I feel a little silly for dismissing them like that even though I felt like we could be best bros.

Anyway, some people show affection through time or intensity or commitment and not vocally. I really have to remember that!

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Fyi- just in case you didn’t know.

TOUCH got a bro that likes to give high fives? Back slaps? Are they a hugger? Do they not blink an eye at cuddles?

QUALITY TIME this bro will (as op stated) sprint to spend every minute possible with you. Every second that you guys are together is a declaration of affection.

WORDS does your bro tell you how amazing and great and fantastic and wonderful you are all the time? Guess what…?

GIFTS do they buy you coffee? Snacks, energy drinks, spot you at the restaurant? Did that one key chain removed you of them? Ding ding!

ACTS are they always doing things for you? Ie: Nah bro, I got this, I can do that, need me to get anything for you, I can help with…?

PRO TIP - The way people show love is often how they receive love as well.

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I reblogged this recently but it got better and ive been thinking and learning a lot abt love languages so

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New favorite tumblr post of all time.

This post has made me so happy.

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A M A Z I N G

I love this woman

the last 10 seconds of this gif are the goddess’s most perfect creation