by ani

Muslims fasting and taking exams at the same time during Ramadan are braver than any US marine.

Te miré fijamente a los ojos, mis manos atraparon tu rostro, me acerqué más a ti, nuestras respiraciones se iban mezclando convirtiéndose en una sola, nuestros labios rozaron y lentamente se tocaron, sentí una electricidad recorrer todo mi cuerpo, nuestros labios se encontraron después de tanto tiempo, sentí cómo encajaban a la perfección, el beso cada vez se fue tornando más efusivo, pasó de ser lento y con miedo a uno con pasión y desesperación, como si se hubieran necesitado todo este tiempo, poco a poco el aire que conteniamos se fue agotando y me alejé lentamente, con mucho miedo a no sentir tus dulces labios otra vez, junté nuestras frentes, nuestras narices rozaron nerviosas, y cuando iba a abrir los ojos para apreciar tu hermosura, desperté, sí, todo era un sueño, tan perfecto que era imposible que sea real.

~Any

Tony obnoxiously hitting on Steve after they’ve been married for ten years is my jam.

“You come here often?”

“We’ve been coming here together once a week for the past decade.”

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“Do you know what this shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.”

“You are my husband.”

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“Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.”

“You’re an atheist, Tony.”

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“I’m lost. Can you give me directions to your heart?”

“You’d have to tell me. I gave it to you a long time ago.”

“I-,” Tony’s voice cracks, “You win this round.”

Something to repeat to yourself in the shower:

My stories are not for everyone. 

My stories will bore some readers. Some readers will hate them. Some won’t understand, won’t connect the dots, won’t relate to the characters. Some won’t because they can’t, some won’t because they don’t want to, but most won’t simple because my stories just aren’t for them.

My stories aren’t for everyone.

My stories are for me.

And they’re for the readers who will love them. They’re for the reader who have already loved them. For the readers who will see what I see in them and feel the characters and the world the way I do. They’re for the readers who wanted these stories before they even knew they existed. They’re for the readers they’ll make smile, the readers they’ll stick with, and the readers they’ll save.

And just because my stories aren’t for everyone doesn’t make them worth any less to the people they are for. 

Not everyone likes butterflies. Not everyone likes spiders. But the people who love those creatures more than anything else would lose a part of themselves if they didn’t exist. 

So no, my stories are not for everyone. But that doesn’t matter. 

Because they’re for someone, and to that someone, they’re irreplaceable.