lgbtq writing

Stay humble, no matter how much you changed for the better.ย 
Stay kind, no matter how many people broke your heart.ย 
And stay hopeful, no matter how many times youโ€™ve been let down.
—  The Most Important Things in Life Are…
You are
the kindest person
I have ever known,
not because of your words
or what you’ve done
but because you always
used to bring out
the best me
I could be.
—  // –

2017 needs to be the year that cis people stop complaining about how hard a trans person’s transition is for them. it’s not always easy to remember a new name or to adjust to using different pronouns, but i can guarantee that if you think the transition is hard, it’s a hell of a lot harder for the person actually transitioning, and i want to see more cis people being mindful of that instead of making the situation about themselves and their own feelings 

If only I could create art
half as beautiful as you are,
I’d blow your fucking mind.
—  // and maybe you would finally understand

okay this is going to sound really gay, but fall is literally the best time to fall in love? you can go on cute coffee dates, make pumpkin carvings together, wear each other’s sweaters and kiss in a pile of leaves or smth, while all the trees are super pretty and you’re just happy and in love with her and life. it’s the best.

“how sweet is it to think that right now there is someone out there who sees a lifetime of love in your eyes and an abundance of kisses on your lips.”

—that person is thinking of you right now

Hell, how I wish you knew
that when we were lying outdoors,
under the stars,
and our two hearts
were beating the same rhythm,
they were both yours.
—  // 28 words poem
Reblog if your blog is:

-LGBTQ friendly (including genderfluid, nonbinary, agender, etc)
-aesthetic based/you reblog a lot of aesthetic stuff
-a meme hell
-positive (any kind of positivity will do I just like positivity)
-art related
-gaming related
-cute stuff
-music stuff
-or if you are a cool person in general bc I need friends/people to follow

“If he loved you, you wouldn’t have had to question whether he did love you. You wouldn’t be up night after night crying over how he treats you. If he loved you, you would’ve been happy.”

— abuse is not love

I met people like storms
and people like hurricanes,
men like tornadoes
and women like warplanes

but you were a summer breeze
curling the surface of the sea
and maybe that’s why I wasn’t prepared
for the destruction you left
in me.

—  // of storms and people