I Really Want Someone To Love Me In An Equally Reciprocated Way To My Love. Im Not Even Talking About

I really want someone to love me in an equally reciprocated way to my love. I’m not even talking about exclusively romantic love. I just want someone who truly puts as much into me as I do into them. I feel like I’ve always put more into relationships and cared more and loved more, whether it be a friendship or romantic relationship. What I really want is to feel that I can stop reminding myself to breathe. I want to be around someone where I know that they love me and that I don’t have to keep earning and fighting for their love. I want someone who is interested in me and wants to understand me and reaches out to me, I don’t want to be the only one doing those things. I’m praying for that love to reach me, even in a dream.

June mornings. The rush of the current at the lake where you kissed my cheek. Daisies dancing in a field. Trees that whisper to you as you pass them by. I think you are all of these things. Or all of these things are you. I never noticed them before, but I do now. I never cared much about my time on earth, but now that I’ve felt your lips brush against my skin, I never want to leave.

not to mention, they do it as a loud proclamation of queerness to a world that is actively attempting to erase and criminalize being lgbtq+. what they are doing is protesting hate by creating joy for their community.

imagine living in a world where almost every popular female artist oversexualizes herself for male attention as a matter of routine and claiming boygenius, three gay women who perform in suits and strip to make a point that women’s chests shouldn’t be sexualized and make out because they’re in love with each other, is setting feminism back.

I can’t stand to meet your gaze. I feel so stupidly visible, when all I desire is to be the opposite. Your questions come at me like daggers sliding down my throat. I cannot answer any of them. I cannot speak another word. Blood slips down the back of my throat, hiding in the pit of my stomach. I want to be the blood. I want to go away somewhere.

you tell me of your lonely days in high school. there is a deep sadness beyond your irises. I kiss your eyelids softly. I wish I had known you back then. I would have slipped my hand under the bathroom stall. You’d have never eaten your lunch alone.

guys I am in physical pain rn.

I still don’t know if she’s straight but I saw her tonight and she’s just sooooo pretty ugh I wish I could know I wish I could know