“I love you. All of you. Not just the parts that are pretty, or sweet, or nice. I love your bitterness. I love your jagged edges. I love the scar left by your heartbreak. I love everything about you.”—Penzima, from Encanta (via hay-girl-hay-lesbifriends)
i hate sleeping alone. i guess at the end of the day i want to have someone who’d fall asleep with me, who i’d cover with a blanket in the night, who’d make sure i’m always warm, who i’d wake up with. i just want to take care of someone, come home to someone, have someone who’d care about me and who’d wait for me at home and someone i’d want to wait for, someone i’d want to keep a warm home for, someone i’d create a home with. someone who would be my home.
shout out to people who are scared to call others out, whose hands shake when they try to explain what’s wrong, whose throats threaten to close up with thoughts of ‘what if i’m just overreacting’, whose hearts are pounding out of their chests because they just stuck their necks out for their beliefs, who have lost friends and respect and safety for aligning themselves with causes
MY BROTHER TEXTED A RADIO STATION TO GIVE A SHOUTOUT AND THE RADIO STATION ACTUALLY READ IT OUT AND IT WAS “GREAT DAY AT THE BEACH WITH MY GIRL FROM HEYWOOD JABLOMI” AND THEY READ IT ALOUD AND THE ENTIRE RADIO WENT DEAD FOR A FEW SECONDS BECAUSE THEY REALIZED WHAT THEY SAID I’M LAUGHING SO FUCKING HARD