lately my lunch breaks have been filled with conversations about you.
about us, and our plans for life.
I can picture it.
me seeing you; your hands grabbing my face and kissing me.
my hands behind your left ear; kissing you back.
you’ve made me happy from the second i saw you before meeting you..
and i’ve determined that i want my life to be shared with you…
but wanting that and it happening aren’t the same.
who knows how you feel..
only you do..
and you’ve left me before and it can happen again.
but they say if you love something set it free.
if it returns it’s meant to be, otherwise it was never yours to begin with.
i just hope to wake up to you next to me one day, with a ring on my finger, or just with some sort of assurance that you’re mine. for the rest of our lives….
I was trying to explain to my grandma what being bisexual meant and saying that I looked at ladies butts and she was all
"You’re not GAY everyone checks out ladies rear ends" and my sister was like "I have never wanted to look at a ladies butt"
Later my grandma called me and was like “I THINK I MIGHT BE A LITTLE GAY”
BEST GRANDMA STORY
bisexual people aren’t more likely to cheat in relationships but we are more likely to cheat at cards, while lesbians are most likely to cheat at jenga, and genderqueer people often cheat at mario kart
how the fuck do you cheat at jenga
ask a lesbian
this is never not funny