To my future son, when you come home smiling after a long day, I will ask you whether it’s a boyfriend or a girlfriend who has made you smile.
To my future daughter, when I see you secretly smiling down at your phone, I will ask you whether it’s a boyfriend or a girlfriend who has made you smile.
To my future children, I will not stick within the confines of asking my son if he has a girlfriend or if my daughter has a boyfriend. From a young age you will be taught that whether you bring a boy or a girl home, as long as they make you smile then that will make me smile.
I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine.
My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.
The Perks Of Being A Lesbian
She’s not just a girl. She’s the only evidence of God that I can find on this entire planet.
A part of me wants you
in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom,
climbing under the sheets and watching
whatever’s in my Netflix queue,
barely even touching
as we talk about our days until we
fall asleep with our
clothes still on.
But another, hungrier part of me
wants you unbuttoning your shirt
before you’re completely through my door,
falling onto my bed,
scrambling to make your fingers
unbutton my shirt faster,
while your mouth shakes out
my name the entire time.
If you have to choose between me and someone else, pick them. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with someone who is going to question if they made the right choice.
Me desculpe por te amar mais que todas as expectativas existentes