Harper. 18. Queer. Welcome to my adventure.
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Bigender Pride
Don’t ever feel bad for making a decision that upsets other people. You are not responsible for their happiness. You are responsible for your happiness.

-Isaiah Henkel (via lunagemme)

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thefingerfuckingfemalefury:


hicstreme:

You never think seriously about the zombie apocalypse until you find someone who’d make it worth surviving.

Adorable lesbians fighting zombies
Is a thing that I VERY much want a movie about :D
Dying looks so beautiful when life looks so ugly.

-me as 4:46 in the morning

Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reachvout to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.

-

A text post has never made me tear up before. Shit

preach, holy Fuck

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(Source: laurenhooper, via unbroken-xo)

awwww-cute:

Oooh

lauralittlex:

i want people to know i’m struggling but i don’t want people to know i’m struggling do you see my problem

(via dulect)

My panic attacks are getting so bad that I sometimes get dizzy. I feel so fucked and alone right now.

kaliforhnia:

im lonely and i miss you please come back to me. 

(via swingmeaway)

saturgay:

[AGGRESSIVELY THINKS ABOUT YOU ALL DAY]

(via ofconcertsandconventions)

honestly contemplating medication again because this wanting to throw myself off of the Burton bridge every day isn’t working for me.

I like storms. They let me know that even the sky screams too.

-(via poetrea)

(Source: wofew, via never-ever--have-regrets)

So you’ll be mine, forever and almost always. I’ll be fine, just love me when you can, and I’ll wait patiently. I’ll wake up every day just hoping that you still care.

-Kate Voegele, Forever and Almost Always.

You’ve got an awfully kissable mouth.

-F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair - via fitzgeraldquotes (via perfect)

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