can someone stay up with me till 2am and tell me everything they have ever been to scared to say
You know what? Sometimes you just gotta say a big giant fuck you to other people and their happiness and take a couple days to cry and scream and break things to make yourself feel better.
And you know? That’s fucking okay. Be a little selfish. Be a little fucking selfish.
I’m so sick of dicks showing up in my lesbian porn! Real lesbians do not want your dick - quit trying to sneak it in there.
I don’t want someone who fixes me, I want someone who supports me while I fix myself.
HAPPY 22ND BIRTHDAY WILDCAT I HAVE KNOWN YOU SINCE YOU WERE FIVE THINK ABOUT THAT. SEVENTEEN YEARS
i suppose i could say like LIVING WITH YOU HAS AT LEAST KINDA CHANGED MY PERSPECTIVE OF YOU because it did, like, the first time we moved in together. six or seven years ago or smth, Wow. anyway the point is it only changed my perspective of you in that, like, i knew your schedule and i found out you like steak and can smell cigarette smoke a mile away. all the important stuff wed already been through enough to know? what you look like crying and what you smell like first thing in the morning and how lightly you sleep and what i can do to punch through that patient exterior. its amazing, though, youre even more patient now than you used to be. how. how???? tangential.
weve been through deaths and births and episodes and hospital visits and sobs and laughing so hard we pee ourselves a bit and sharing a toothbrush and chewing the same gum
and now here we are, approaching twenty two, living together, at the happiest weve been in our entire lives
because we come home, and that is it. we dont come home to a house, we come home to each other, we come home to a family. we come home to comfort and love and safety and thats enough to make up for twenty shitty years.
i love you so much. im so glad we made it and i am never letting go.