Alexander Fiz

me, walking into the surgeons office to get top surgery: hi, i just really need to get something off my chest

Hay una diferencia entre alguien que dice que te ama y alguien que realmente te ama.

But that’s the thing I hate about being a borderline. I know I’ll always love more. I’ll always care more. I’ll always need more. There will always feel like there is this void in my heart because no one will ever love me or care about me in the same way that I care about them. And no, that isn’t their fault and I’m not blaming them, I’m just saying that it really sucks. If I lose someone I’m close to, I am never the same again. If someone loses me, they move on. It’s just not the same. The people that I love, I love them with all that I have and I love them so much that it physically hurts. When I say “I can’t live without you” it’s not me trying to be manipulative, I really, truly don’t believe that I would be able to keep going if you were gone. “Normal” people get over heartbreak all the time, even if it takes years, but borderlines? We don’t get to catch a breath. We feel heartbreak all our lives.

I either want my entire body to be showered in kisses and to be cuddled for hours on end or I want to not see a single human or hear anyone living and breathing

She’s always inaccurately correcting everyone’s grammar

Who?

Whõm'st’ve*

This is beautiful and heart breaking

My gay heart

I don’t think straight people even understand we have this fear

This. Fucking. Shit.

Concept: you’ve been married to your wife for 3 years. You wake up in your bed before she does, your nose cold but your body warm. Careful not to wake her, you get out of bed and your toes curl when your feet hit the cold floor. You brew a pot of coffee and take a cup, making sure to leave enough for her. You pull on a big sweater and walk out onto your deck, sitting in a big wood chair to look out over the forest. The leaves are orange and edged with frost. All is quiet as the sun rises over the trees. You hear the door opening behind you and your wife sits down next to you, wrapping the comforter from your bed around both of you shoulders. You sit there like that until the sun is well up and your coffee cups are empty.

Oh my god. This is it. I want this so badly.

Can someone please translate this I feel like it’s important

“look: i’m a sphinx”

are you a “hold my drink” person, or do you chug it before doing somethin wild