One mind in two bodies.

I asked you for the fifth time today
if you really loved me.
You told me to stop asking
that it was something
I should know.

But I can’t help it.

I’ve spent my whole life
being reused and replaced
it’s hard to know whether “I love you”
means forever or for now.

I’m sorry that I ask so often
because every time I do
I remember that
people these days are so quick
to replace things that are broken
I wouldn’t blame you
for doing the same.

You see I have always loved more
and so I am terrified of loving
but terrified of not having you.

For these reasons
I need to know
that you love me
that you think of me
that you even
remember me
at all.

Five by LeahJuliett (via be-free-barbie)

5 years old, I asked why my friend had no father but two mothers
My mother slapped me across the face and said it was wrong

8 years old, I wanted to see my uncle marry the love of his life, a man
My mother slapped me across the face and said it was wrong

12 years old, my cousin passed.
She has boy parts
I asked if I could go to her funeral
My mother slapped me across the face and said it was wrong

15 years old, I told my family about my girlfriend
My mother slapped me across the face and said it was wrong

Why is it “wrong” to be with the one you love, but not to hurt your child?

R.C. (via wittiful)

You ask me how I could love her.

How I could love her when there were so many things in life I was giving up by choosing her.
A life of normality and financial security. A life where I offended no one and never had to look over my shoulder or worry about being disowned.

You ask me how I could choose her.

Over living the life of a woman completely provided for. A life where I want and need nothing. A life I could live in the open without guilt. You tell me “if it wasn’t wrong you wouldn’t keep it a secret”.

I think of her lips. Her arms. Her hips.

I think of the softness of her kiss and the warmth of her embrace, and her body pressed against me and my heart begins to race and - oh god, if there’s a god, I know he put me here for her. Just a single look and she captured my soul forever.

I think of her heart. Her whispers. Her smiles. Her giggles.

How I wrap her in my arms. What she looks like when she cries and how it makes me ache inside. How her hair curls in the morning, and all the ways she says she loves me.

And I ask, how could I not?

a.c.g. - “How could I not?” (via bellepommedeterre)
Sober or drunk, it’s always you.
"There goes my Heart" (Anonymous)

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When I was just starting high school, a girl who rode my bus invited me to stay the night at her house and when I did she got really emotional and told me no girls ever stayed over because she was a lesbian and if you don’t think that’s the saddest thing ever you need to re-evaluate your life

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If I’m dating you, you don’t need to get jealous of other people. I am with you, only you. If you ever think I’m flirting with other people, I’m not. There’s a reason why I chose you and only you. I only want you, no one else. You are mine. I am yours.