How to obtain your very own bisexual

Step one: Place a box in an open field propped up with a stick. Attach a string to the stick. Much like cats, bisexuals are drawn to boxes and in some cases, this will be enough.
Step two: Under the box place a pile of glitter and a boombox playing Fall Out Boy's Dance Dance. Bisexuals feed on glitter and will find it irresistible. Dance Dance is, as everybody knows, the mating call of the bisexual.
Step three: Wait patiently and be ready to pull the string when the bisexual draws near.
Step four: Be sure to feed your new bisexual lots of glitter and give it fresh water daily.

Mixed Signals

Riddle me this, non existent reader.

The girl lays with her head on my lap today, lets me stroke my fingers up and down her neck, sighs and finds excuses to touch my leg, my arm, rest her cheek against my shoulder…

But she’ll go out, get drunk and make out with people from her drama group.

I tell her I love her multiple times a day. She makes my stomach flip, and goddamn it I know it she’s just scared.

If she would just let go, and stop worrying about what she could lose, but think about what she could gain…

If she just would.


iglovequotes:

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Christ… Is this person in my brain?!GET OUT OF THERE. STAHP.

iglovequotes:

Daily dose of love quotes here

Christ…

Is this person in my brain?!

GET OUT OF THERE. STAHP.



isabellelamour:

'You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down…'

Model: Isabelle L’Amour
Photographer: Hannah Brewer Photography

isabellelamour:

'You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down…'

Model: Isabelle L’Amour
Photographer: Hannah Brewer Photography

(via chie-world)


(via monczis)


I hate being right.

Guess what?

She’s busy.

My depression is terrible at the moment so this really doesn’t help. Starting to wonder if she realises at all how this affects me- but then I hardly talk to anyone about how bad it is, so how would she know?


Let’s see if she lets me see her tomorrow.

I doubt it, but what else can I do but hope?


Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
To go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
Because you cannot convince your body
That it is capable of movement

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying

Sometimes depression means
That every single bone in your body aches
But you have to keep going through the motions
Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed

Sometimes depression means
Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
Because yes, they have the right number
But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore

by “Alexandra” Tilton, NH (Teen Ink: November 2013 Issue)

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So- my lady love has broken up with her boyfriend.

Those that know me, and know of my feelings for her have immediately said:

'At least you have a better chance with her now'

'You must be really pleased!'

….excuse me?

Why does everyone assume that I am propelled by the wants and needs of my sex drive?

Last time I checked, I didn’t have a penis…

You want to know what finding out she’d broken up with him made me want to do?

Initially, cry.

She had tried to send me a message to tell me what had happened but I never got it, so I found out hours later. I felt awful that I could have been the one to rescue her, and I still do.

I haven’t pressed her to talk about it, in fact, I’ve done the opposite, I’ve tried to distract her- because we’re scarily similar and I know that she’ll want to focus on positive things instead and work through it proactively.

She’s keeping me at… About elbow’s length at the moment, which I’m not going to lie, stings like a bitch- because all I want to do is cuddle up on the sofa and watch Disney films with her so she remembers not everything in life is bad, stroke her hair if she cries, make her tea, and convince her that any cake she may consume is purely medicinal at this point.

But I guess the fact that I am crazy about her is making her wary, how am I to know that she doesn’t think like everyone else has and thinks I’m going to pounce while she’s vulnerable?

(I’ve always found predatory lesbians terrifying, I’m not about to become one thanks very much!)

I know I have to bide my time and bite my tongue because the girl she is at the moment isn’t really her, and I know she’ll come round in time, but the heavy heart the situation has produced is weighing a ton.


Nothing Personal

It’s the worst feeling in the world when all you want to do is help someone and be there for them, and they won’t let you in.