My personal happies

a year ago, if you had asked me what I felt about love, relationships, intimacy, I would’ve told you the basics. I would’ve given you the standard answer developed over years of mistakes and attempts and learned experiences. I would tell you love takes time; that on some occasions we need to work at it for it to develop, that it’s okay to brush aside fundamental incompatibility when at least I have comfort and safety. a year ago, I would’ve told you that instantaneous love doesn’t, couldn’t possibly, and never will, exist. but that was a year ago.

there was one girl who I was drawn to. inexplicably. attraction, surely. respect and admiration for who she was, how she spoke, and the insight of her thoughts, without question. but there was a light about her. a positive, visceral force I couldn’t describe to anyone within the limitations of my words. and even I was quick to dismiss it, label it was ordinary attraction that I was curious about, and clearly nothing more. life teaches you to be skeptical.

we spent a weekend in philadelphia; she invited me to a festival, and I accepted. I listened as she opened up about her own world–her family, her dreams, her childhood, throughout our first day together. only us, together. I listened to her music, discovered the warmth of her laughter, and bore witness to how she viewed the world. I remember vividly telling myself I could marry her. but I’d take friendship, too. to have her in my life, in any form, was a gift. she had a light about her.

and then, the next morning, she kissed me. 

and I knew. 

I loved her.

and I love her still. 

my mum was so supportive today i was like ???? i was telling her that i’ve been going to bed at 6am recently but i feel bad about it, cos i know that’s when she wakes up and she said, you shouldn’t ever feel bad about going to bed late. cos im an adult now, paying for rent and im not in school i can go to bed really late and it’s great. it really does get better. just fight through school, and seriously things will get better. 

anonymous asked:

Mollcroft (Molly/Mycroft? I don't know if you ship it...)

you know what. i’m into it. let’s fucking. let’s do it. 

  • Gives nose/forehead kisses: Molly
  • Gets jealous the most: Mycroft. He’s very smol and scared of being alone. 
  • Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Mycroft but he wouldn’t actually drive to a bar he’d send a scary car. 
  • Takes care of on sick days: Molly lbr
  • Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Molly
  • Gives unprompted massages: Probably Mycroft? I think he’s a little uncomfy w/ other people touching him so Molly would know not to touch him if he didn’t want her to. 
  • Drives/rides shotgun: Molly lbr
  • Brings the other lunch at work: Molly!!!!!! she drags their kids along to embarrass him
  • Has the better parental relationship: Molly
  • Tries to start role-playing in bed: probably Molly let’s be honest 
  • Embarrassingly drunk dancer: My mind’s telling me Molly, but my heart’s telling my Mycroft
  • Still cries watching Titanic: Realistically, Molly. Surprisingly, Mycroft. Smol son cries a lot when he’s alone. 
  • Firmly believes in couples costumes: MOLLY
  • Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Mycroft. Molly would get something cute and meaningful and Mycroft would be like “well here’s a beach house”
  • Makes the other eat breakfast: Molly lbr
  • Remembers anniversaries: Mycroft; he says he thinks they’re pointless but he still plans something for every single one
  • Brings up having kids: Molly

honestly the moment i decided i wasnt going to keep any part of my identity secret was the most liberating moment of my life

i just dont have the capacity to hide myself. ive got a girlfriend, im literally a cat and im a witch. anyone who wants to know can. i dont give a fuck and honestly its the best feeling

s/o to my friends for being the best too btw