exuberance

Painting all day long and the brush it’s cooler than the painting itself (ノ_ _)ノ

you’ve heard this one before. high school. girl meets girl- no, wait, that’s not right. girl meets boy. better, more marketable. girl meets boy, girl falls in love with boy, girl and boy get married, picket fence, 2.5 kids. swimming pool in the backyard. maybe a dog. you’re still with me, you’ve heard this story a thousand times. let’s rewind. back to high school. back to girl meets girl. soft meets softer, painted nails and blonde hair pulled up high meets short skirts and scuffed sneakers, fringe over the eyes like a mask. you might not have heard this one. we were careful, we kept it quiet. no making out in the hallways, no matching corsages at prom. no marriage, no picket fence, no 2.5 kids. we’re keeping it quiet. there are a thousand stories like this, they just don’t get heard. girl meets girl. girl falls in love with girl. girl and girl move to the city, get a one-room studio, their parents call them “roommates”. girl and boy kiss in the street and nobody gives a damn. girl and girl don’t stand too close in public, just in case. girl and girl love each other in secret but one afternoon, maybe april, girl holds girl’s hand in the park, by the apple trees. one afternoon, maybe april, another girl sees them, hand in nail-polished hand, not afraid in this one moment, and she goes home smiling. there are a thousand stories where girl meets boy. we all know, we’ve all heard them, but there are a thousand stories like this - quiet, hidden, soft, and there will only ever be more. we just have to tell them.