have you ever just looked at someone and gotten the strongest urge to kiss them and feel how soft their lips are and how their tongue feels against yours and have you ever wanted to kiss them softly and hold their face in your hands and feel the texture of their lips like wow kissing
I’m real tired of seeing skinny white kids painted as THE AVERAGE QUEER. Like please show me a curvy Indian agender kid from Brooklyn, a hispanic lesbian and her black girlfriend. A trans demisexual dude from Korea. GIVE ME SOMETHING OTHER THAN LANKY PALE PEOPLE WITH COLORFUL HAIR PLEASE GOD.
I will never stop linking to this article: Black People Make Up Largest Share of LGBT Community
Let’s stop pretending otherwise, OK Media?
it took me ten minutes to start typing this poem,
because logic kept telling me i wasn’t going to start it right.
how do you start a poem right? i think logic should go fuck itself.
i also think i’m a romantic.
i started smoking because the consequence of dying sounds
okay for the chance of a nice conversation
and now i’ve got a cough i can’t kick
but i’ve read so many shitty quotes about how to never give up
hope so maybe one day someone will hear me choking up and ask me
if i’m sick, and i can reply with “i was hoping you’d ask.
"pretty girls don’t smoke menthols"
shari anna heck
I need honey for my face.
I also need to get our of this house and do stupid reckless shit to forget my troubles.
But my car is covered in snow and its colder than Michelle Bachmann’s heart outside so I can’t go anywhere.