lesbians moving in

I looked through our conversations when we used to be on cloud nine and in love, these were the times you told me how lucky you are to have a girl like me, how thankful you are because you never received such love I was giving to you and whatever happens, you will never let me go. The words you said mean everything to me and it stabs my heart, realizing that these words mean nothing anymore. I can’t help myself but to cry my heart out till the sun has set. The pain is too heavy to bear, the love I believed to be true and different was gone. We used to be over the moon, but the present tells the opposite. This is stupid of me to say but, I won’t deny the fact that I miss you so much. I love you, I still do. But somehow, I’ve come with the thought that I can’t do anything anymore, I need to let you go because it’s the right thing to do. I’ve decided to finally move on and this would be the last time I would cry over you because there was nothing left to hold on to and I can’t hold on to something that doesn’t want to be held.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry because I was the reason why you let things end. I’m sorry for the terrible mistake I made, I never blamed you for deciding to end this because you were hurt and I understand. I only have myself to blame. But, I was hoping you would’ve understood, that I did it for us. I always feared the day would come, the day you will finally won’t take back the words you’ve said. I’m sorry for the other things that have hurt you, for the things that made you cry, jealous and mad. 

Thank you. I’m thankful that I met you because you have given me a temporary bliss. I laughed and smiled because of you. Somehow, you made me feel loved and beautiful in a short period of time. Thank you for the good days: the days we felt unstoppable like we’re flying high, when holding your hand felt like home, leaning on your shoulders made me feel secure and hearing your voice sound like the angels are singing. It was worth it, being loved and loving you. Thank you for making me realize how capable I am to love someone. You proved forever within a number of days. You were the greatest and worst thing ever happen to me. 

Goodbye. This will be the last time that I will write you a message, I’ll accept the fact that some things are meant to end, even though I used to believe that you won’t let that happen. I did everything I could to make you stay, but I guess your life no longer includes me because, you’re happy now and I can see that clearly. You already found a love that’s all the things ours couldn’t be. I hope you find overwhelming joy by her side, I hope she won’t hurt you and make you cry. I hope for the best for the both of you. It hurts but I’ve accepted the painful truth that I am just a distant memory now. I don’t regret loving you, but what I regret is that I let myself believe that this would last.

I won’t forget you and the memories, I will always keep you alive in my heart. I’ll just get used to not having you in my life anymore. Deep within my heart knows getting over you won’t be simple. I need to stop loving you so I can start loving myself again. You were a painful blessing, but you were also a great lesson. I guess you’re just another chapter of my life needed to end. I still and will pray for your safety and happiness even though I’m in pain right now, I still believe you deserve the best. I hope you find everything in her that you couldn’t find in me. You will always be my greatest love.

—  S.L // unsent last message
One day, she’s going to know. She’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. She’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. She’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. She’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. She’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. She’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. She’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. She’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. She’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. She’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s her favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. She’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. She’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. She’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. She’s going to know how you feel without you telling her, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. She’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. She’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? She is still going to love you.
—  Unknown
My literal goal in life is to have a studio apartment with plants and cute lights and the love of my life to wake up on Sunday’s and make pancakes with me and watch romantic comedies and a little dog curled up in a basket at the foot of our bed, both doing jobs we love and having drinks with our friends in cool bars on Friday nights and photos of our holidays together in frames in the hallway and wearing christmas jumpers in the winter and having food fights and duvet wars and lazy stay in bed all day days….is that too much to ask
overwatch heroes as lgbt memes
  • Soldier 76: move i'm gay
  • Reaper: the gay agenda
  • McCree: macklemore didn’t die for this
  • Genji: [minor inconvenience] is homophobic
  • Pharah: classifying random things as butch or femme
  • Sombra: bisexuals are invisible
  • Hanzo: don’t gays have a power bottom thing
  • Widowmaker: we popping the BIGGEST bottles when makorra happens tomorrow
  • Junkrat: what’s better than this, just guys being dudes
  • Mei: the moon is a lesbian
  • Bastion: isn’t it kind of fucked up that we apply gender to [inanimate object]. wake up. they’re just [inanimate object].
  • Torbjorn: i bought a rainbow backpack to support you guys
  • Roadhog: [x] belongs to gay people, straight people can’t have it
  • D.VA: the rumour come out: does [x] is gay?
  • Zarya: down with cis
  • Winston: i can’t get up! i'm gay!
  • Reinhardt: [insert fairytale here] but gay
  • Mercy: not to be a lesbian but oh my fucking god. oh my god. jesus fucking christ. fucking shit jesus fuck oh my fucking jesus christ. god in heaven. holy fucki ng shit
  • Lucio: elton john, a known gay
  • Ana: handmaiden/feudal lord discourse
  • Zenyatta: HAROLD…
  • Symmetra: trans women can't cook quesadillas

all my faves are lesbians meme: [1/?]➸ sophie hatter & howl pendragon from howl’s moving castle

“When timid, plain Sophie unwittingly finds herself under a spell that transforms her into an old lady, she seeks help in the form of the Wizard Howl, her fire demon, and her moving castle (the Wizard Howl only eats the hearts of pretty girls, after all). Through their adventures and endeavors, Sophie grows to find a home with Howl, Michael, and Calcifer, and discovers the magic within herself. ”

I once fell in love with a girl who literally broke my heart into a million tiny pieces. But even after all the tears I still found myself in love with her . It was like no matter how many times she hurt me, I’d always find a reason to forgive her. Whenever people would tell me she was a shitty person I’d get mad and defensive. Like you don’t know her, she doesn’t mean to hurt me. I mean what do you expect she was my first everything. Literally she was my everything. I was so in love with her I never thought anything she did was wrong or I tried to justify all her actions. It took me awhile but eventually I realized I didn't deserve to be treated that way. Like it wasn’t okay. I realized that if she really did love me she wouldn’t of treated and hurt me the way she did. Sometimes loving somebody just isn’t enough. It just breaks my heat to see people bent out of shape over a person who isn’t worth shit. Nobody deserves that. You should be with somebody who wants to have you and treats you like you deserve to be treated. That acts like you put the stars in the sky and looks at you with no fear. Somebody who really loves you. Never forget indecision is in fact a decision. You deserve happiness, don’t settle for somebody who only has you around when it convenient for them.
—  mylifeasiblowit11

busto 2.0 is the lgbt representation we need

-not confined by the gender binary
-also not confined by linear time, space, or reality
-is canonically a blb (busto-loving busto)
-proudly expresses blb attraction which can only be stopped by physically crashing into terrain barriers
-explodes into massive, unreadable sculptural polygons, defying heteronormative expectations surrounding physical existence
-has created a pocket dimension with fellow bustos, the known end goal of the Gay Agenda