Just living life (badly)...

Would you love me if I'm gay, but you're the first girl I've ever kissed except that girl when I was 10 but she doesn't count, and I'm so scared of doing something wrong.

Would you love me if I'm probably asexual because it's rare that I wanna do it, and most of the time I just wanna cuddle.

Would you love me if I'd been broken and abused, so much so that I can't lie down in my own bed without being reminded of him, and I have to put little stars on the ceiling in order to sleep at night.

Would you love me if I sometimes got so depressed that talking is a struggle, and there's nothing you can do to make me feel better, so it just makes you feel shit too.

Would you love me if I can't hang out with your friends without almost panicking, meaning I have to leave to cry in the toilets every half an hour.

Would you love me if I was crazy and suicidal, because I have voices in my head telling me hurt myself and you, which are sometimes too hard to ignore.

Would you love me if I needed antidepressants just to feel normal, but can't have them because I'm too young and seem good enough to be okay when talking to the people who can prescribe them.

Would you love me if I can't deal with your issues, because I can barely deal with mine half the time so you'd be lucky to get the support you desperately want.

Would you love me if I constantly doubted our relationship, and don't actually think we'll make it because my head is constantly telling me we won't.

Would you love me if sometimes I have to be alone, away from you, because socialising is too much, even socialising with you.

Would you love me if I lived far away, so we saw each other less than once a week, and when we do it's only for a few hours.

Would you love me if I didn't want to spend the night, because every time I have it's gone badly and I'm scared we'll both have meltdowns and I'll just want to go home.

Would you love me if I didn't validate you like you want me to, because I never seem to be able to say what you want and it's too much for me to deal with, and when I do say something it's not enough.

Would you love me if I couldn't make you laugh, and your mum was worried about our relationship because you hadn't laughed properly in weeks, but one day with Meg and you're feeling amazing.

Would you love me if I became so ill that I didn't want you to, and you loving me would be you leaving me alone.

My gf ruined my life the other day.

She pointed out that every man who stared at us, most of them watch lesbian porn.

These men are staring at 2 teenage girls and imagining them in positions they might not even be legally allowed to do.

Imagining them roughly fucking each other, imagining them inviting a man into their bed, and then pleasuring this man more than they pleasure themselves, because lesbians really want to suck a dick right?

They are imagining me naked, seeing every detail of my body in perfect clarity, but my boobs bigger and my stomach flatter and my pussy perfectly shaved.

They see me peck her on the cheek, or god forbid on the lips, and they get turned on by it, because of the videos and disgusting thoughts they have about lesbians.

They’re the same people who’s wives oppose gay rep on tv, because queer people are so sexualised by everyone that a gay rat wedding causes outrage, and queer film of the year is so transphobic it shouldn’t count as representation.

These men look at us and see sexual objects, and think we only exist for their pleasure.

They see us, 2 women who look young enough to be their children, maybe even grandchildren, and they picture us naked and sweating, writhing in pleasure or pain, whatever it is that they’re in the mood for at the time.

My gf ruined my life the other day, because now whenever a man gives us a look in the street, or an ex friend of mine says that my relationship is “hot”, I don’t see it as ignorance, from someone who disapproves of those different to them.

I see someone picturing me naked, and my girlfriend naked. Picturing me doing more than I’d ever do, touching what I’d never touch, and being closer to orgasm than I ever want to be.

Now I can’t kiss my girlfriend in public without first checking there’s no guys around, and even then she probably wouldn’t kiss me for fear of being yelled at or worse.

I painted Raven Cycle characters by Maggie Stiefvater for Shelflove crate 

hope you guys will like it 

Ronan

Adam

Noah

Gansay

You either consciously or subconsciously think, “I don’t want to hurt this person’s feelings” or “If I say no, then they’ll hurt me” or “It won’t really be that bad” or “I can handle this” or “I need to do this to prove myself” or “I deserve this”, or you forget that “no” is even an option.

that one where some girl claimed people thought her car was the tardis, so she leapt out of it and looked at her boobs like “wow that’s a development” and ran off

 hipster blog vs. fandom blog in a starbucks

people singing “let it go” on a bus???

that student who looked into the security cameras in their school’s classroom whenever something stupid would happen and then the security guard thanked them personally

some guy fixing the lights in a store by holding up a sonic screwdriver

homestuck updates, a girl screams, the police come, one of the officers also reads homestuck, he starts freaking out, the other officer gives him a shock blanket

a girl has a joking argument with a police officer who’s a “mei main”

every time a waiter comes back to the table, they say a different supernatural/sherlock/dr. who pun, and the poster continues to fall out of their seat because they’re laughing so hard

someone catches someone on a bus says “i think you fell for me” and the entire bus applauds

a girl wants to buy a led zeppelin cd and the cashier wants her to buy a one direction cd then the manager comes out and yells at the cashier and thanks the girl for having awesome music tastes

boyfriend and girlfriend walk into store, girlfriend complaining that books are horrible, boyfriend breaks up with her

female student: *says something bitchy*                                                      nerd student: *calls her a slut*                                                                    teacher: *laughs*

girl says alohamora to open locked door, it opens, classmates cheer

AND MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE

my advice: if you’re interested in short hair, go for it

it’s fun

so damn convenient

dries faster (great in winter)

cooler (great in summer)

less hair in the sink/on the floor 

timesaver

easier to style

middle finger @ gender binary 

grows faster

(not necessarily technically, it just feels that way. a few inches of growth feels crazy long if you’re used ear length)

try it in stages if you’re hesitant. take a few inches off here and there. trim it impulsively at home. shave it all off at once. do whatever, life’s beauty is its impermanence, rules are fake.

Of course, fingers crossed that these fluffy boys can help brighten up your day a little :D

It’s pretty likely that it’s a four digit number, and as there are four digits chosen there, that means that there cannot be any repetition. This mean that there are:

No, no, no. Don’t base your deductions of psychology. Let’s talk chemistry. When you first press a button, there’s more of the natural oils on your skin, and therefore it wears down the numbers on the keys faster. Obviously 0 is the first one, then. Try 0791 first.

The light is green.