and the poem

Have you ever met someone who you can’t get tired of seeing everyday?” she asked. “Someone who makes your heart smile and puts a sweet shiver to your spine. Someone who can sit with you all day even if you talk about nonsense things. Have you ever known someone who never asked for you to change yourself? Someone who accepts you just the way you are. Someone who never wants you to lose yourself just by loving them. Someone who treats you in the best possible way without expecting too much from you.” she paused and thought of that someone she’s been talking about. It all comes to her mind. The way he genuinely smiles as if there are millions of fireflies that suddenly showed up at the night sky. The way he looks at her as if she is the most stunning person in the universe. Her heart seems to love everything she feels. And for that, she is grateful to know a person like him. She smiled and continued, “Haven’t you met someone you thought—will never exists in this world? Someone you thought you will never meet. Because I have met someone who I thought will only appear in my dreams.
—  ma.c.a // I want to describe you longer than this
I promise you this, I will do my absolute best to give you everything I possibly can because you deserve the best and nothing less.
—  Tenari Ioapo // I’ll love you right.

I’m broken.
Bruised and cracked,
From every punch you threw.

I’m broken,
Not physically.
But from the inside out.

I’m broken.
Even though all I ever wanted,
Was for you to be mine.

But don’t worry I’ll still say to you,
I’m fine.

He does this thing with people he loves. The way he lets you in, just a little bit at a time, and you don’t even really notice it until suddenly you know everything about him, every scar on his body and mind. It stops being a question of whether or not you’d follow him off a cliff and it becomes just a fact of life, that you’d hold his hand on the way down. All of a sudden, you’re a part of him, like another limb, and you don’t think to question it until you realize that you treat him the same way, like he’s your heart and your lungs and your blood would freeze in your veins without him. You stop being two distinct beings with two separate minds. You’re still different people, but it stops being a ‘you-and-him’ and it becomes a 'we’. And then he’s gone, and you’ve heard of phantom limbs, when amputees feel agonizing pain in limbs that aren’t there anymore, and maybe that’s what this is, but you’re walking around like a zombie and you can’t think and you can’t even fucking breathe, because he isn’t here and you’ve forgotten how to live without him.
—  from an unfinished story #818
i’m proud of us
our first pride was a riot
when our safe space was infiltrated like termites to a home
our foundation threatened to collapse with us still inside
instead of falling into submission
we fought back
and we fought hard
and since that day we never stopped fighting
every single day, we fight
tirelessly
effortlessly
fearlessly
we are soldiers at war
and love is our armor
and no matter how hard the battle may be
we know that love will always win
—  a love letter to the LGBTQ community ♡ #30DaysPride 
(cc, 2017)