Anonymous asked: why do i still think of you all the time? it literally hurts to think of you all the damn time. it's been so long but i just... i don't even know. i compare every girl i meet to you and none of them can even start being anything like what i want. and what i want is you.
this has been sitting here for like 2 weeks and I didn’t know/ don’t know how to respond except to say that I can’t seem to find the right words to say. so i’m just going to put this here so that you know i’ve received it and that it occupied a space in my mind.
I thought of texting you
"good morning, I can’t sleep"
and then I remembered
that you are on a journey
which I am not a part of
and that’s okay
I can’t sleep
I will always have such adoration for flowers and a strange fondness for envelopes.
Part two of a collection of best tweets found in the #bisexualfacts twitter tag.
(Part one here.)
Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
Dead at 95, Nelson Mandela
Rest in Power
- Azra.T “Your hands are threads, your body is a canvas.” (via her0inchic)
- Nelson Mandela (via note-a-bear)