sexual orientation: anybody who will hold my hand
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I want you to hold my hand while we grocery shop. I want you to play with my hair while we watch our favorite tv shows. I want you to kiss me in the middle of my sentence because you wanted to taste my words. I want you to rub my back as we fall asleep. I want you to play my favorite song when I look sad. I want you to do these things without having to think about them. Do them because you love me.
I crave physical affection. I crave skin on skin. play with my hair, hold my hand, touch me, kiss me. I crave you.
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And I’m waiting for the day when I can hold your hand, look you in the eye and tell you I trust you. not that I love you, that I trust you. I know I’m capable of love. I know that. but I can’t trust. And when I can trust you, all the walls will be broken, and it will be then that I will be able to spend my life with you, safely.
Girls who smile at other girls while walking down the street instead of death staring them are the type of girls you need in your life
Girls who smile at other girls while walking down the street instead of death staring them are the type of girls you need in your life
Girls who smile at other girls while walking down the street instead of death staring them are the type of girls you need in your life
Things you SHOULD do when you kiss me:
- Push me against the wall, the/a door
- Gently grab my chin and make me look into your eyes
- Grab my waist and pull my body against yours
- Caress my cheek
- Pull my hair
- Put your hand in the back pocket of my jeans
- Bite my lip
- Put your arms around my neck
- Tease me
- Look at me with those eyes of yours, that naughty look of yours is irresistible
I’ve come to a conclusion regarding my sexual orientation, and this is it:
I don’t need a goddamn conclusion. If I want to sleep with a guy, I’ll sleep with a guy. If I want to only date girls, I’ll only date girls. What goes between my legs isn’t anyone’s business but my own, and I don’t have to answer anyone who asks, “So what are you?” I’m me, and if you think that my sexual orientation needs a word, then fuck you.
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