For helping me discover and accept who I am in my early teen years, teaching me so much. Rest In Peace beautiful Naya💕
reblog this and put the age you realised you were not straight in the tags
That “can you read that text” or “open that snapchat for me” kinda love. That wanting to hold hands even if you’re in the front seat and their in the back seat kinda love. That double, triple, multiple text because you keep thinking of things you’re obsessed with about them kinda love. That “I’ve been hurt before and really wanted to give up, but then I found you” kinda love. That taking more pictures of them than yourself because they are so fucking beautiful kinda love. That “I saw you in my dreams” kinda love. That saving their voicemails so you can always hear their voice kinda love. That “you make my heart beat so fast when I didn’t want it to beat at all” kinda love. Yeah, that kinda love.
stop living in ur fuckin head and start making shit happen



