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imagine a girl who finds you attractive… imagine being someones girl crush… imagine being some girl’s love… imagine a girl whos head over heels for you… imagine a girl who daydreams about you, who dreams about you at night… imagine a girl who writes about you, sings about you, doodles you… imagine a girl who wants to kiss you, hug you, touch you… imagine
I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over iPhone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.
b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)
When you get older, you notice your sheets are dirty. Sometimes, you do something about it. And sometimes, you read the front page of the newspaper and sometimes you floss and sometimes you stop biting your nails and sometimes you meet a friend for lunch. You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, 5 years ago. You remember your umbrella, you check up on people to see if they got home, you leave places early to go home and make toast. You stand by the toaster in your underwear and a big t-shirt, wondering if you should just turn in or watch one more hour of television. You laugh at different things. You stop laughing at other things. You think about old loves almost like they are in a museum. The socks, you notice, aren’t organized into pairs and you mentally make a note of it. You cover your mouth when you sneeze, reaching for the box of tissues you bought, contains aloe.
When you get older, you try toner, you experiment with trousers, you experiment with real sexy outfits, you experiment with pin curls and darker hair and orange-toned red lipstick and you date people that look good on paper. You kiss them in public and feel only a little self-conscious. You never like them, although sometimes you really do. you think about safe sex and sometimes, kids. You think about plants, maybe succulents, or maybe even a cat?
When you get older, you try different shampoos. You find one you like. You try sleeping early and spin class and jogging again. You try a book you almost read but couldn’t finish. You wrap yourself in the blankets of: familiar t-shirts, caffe au lait, dim tv light, texts with old friends or new people you really want to like and love you. You lose contact with friends from college, and only sometimes you think about it. When you do, it feels bad and almost bitter. You lose people, and when other people bring them up, you almost pretend like you know what they are doing. You try to stop touching your face and become invested in things like expensive salads and trying parsnips and saving up for a vacation you really want. You keep a spare pen in a drawer. You look at old pictures of yourself and they feel foreign and misleading. You forget things like: purchasing stamps, buying more butter, putting lotion on your elbows, calling your mother back. You learn things like balance: checkbooks, social life, work life, time to work out and time to enjoy yourself.
When you get older, you find things like rejection hurt less and things like nostalgia hurt more. You watch people do things you want to do, and then you do some of those things too. Things start to feel like pins on a map. You watch landmarks pass and almost note them. You eat a taco from a food truck and be careful to dab the corners of your mouth with a napkin. You smooth your shirt down. You think about details, the details of how clean the beer cup is, how you need to put the dishes away, how she smells like a perfume you wore and how his teeth are perfect and aligned. You feel a little less downtrodden by things like routine and security and a little more appreciative of things like doing nothing, finding a friend, stretching on a big couch. You hear old songs and only sometimes do they gut you. You think about your future almost always, in both a thrilling way and a very very panicked way.
When you get older, you find yourself more in control. You find your convictions appealing, you find you like your body more, you learn to take things in stride. You begin to crave respect and comfort and adventure, all at the same time. You lay in your bed, fearing death, just like you did.You pull lint off your shirt. You smile less and feel content more. You think about changing and then often, you do.
When you get older, you barely notice it at all. Then, you are sitting somewhere you’ve been before, staring at the nothingness of the sky, and you feel the wind moving away from you, fast and almost impossible to catch.
When You Get Older, thefrenemy (via themindmovement)
A Love Story (told in painted nails)
a girl
sitting in the bathroom
painting her nails
a soft blue
like the sea
she is new to this
her nails are messy and the paint
gets on her fingers
she is still proud
She goes out
in her newly painted nails
a girl makes a comment
that her nails are sloppy
she ignores her
another girl
offers to repaint them
but she is proud
and refuses
she doesn’t care
in blue nail varnish
that is smudged
over time
she paints them again
and again
and again
until it’s as easy as breathing
30 seconds
and her nails look professional
and dangerous
they are longer now
she goes out
people admire her nails
and ask where she had them
done
she replies
that she did them herself
and the people are impressed
she still doesn’t care
in black nail varnish
and leather
a girl comes up to her
in a flower crown and
smudged purple nail varnish
and the girl
who has perfect nails
doesn’t criticise her
doesn’t offer to re-do her nails
simply compliments her crown
and messy nails
she blushes
and shyly asks if she’ll help her
with her nails
black nail varnish
leather
“yes”
they sit
two girls
very different
but the same
in a graveyard
painting nails
they meet again
under the pretence of
painting nails
and sit
close together
and laugh
in matching pink nails
that don’t go with leather
they give up the pretence
and go out for coffee
sitting
in a cheap shop
coffee and red nails
white nails
and tea
going out
together still
rainbows on her face
and nails.
nails painted
blue and purple and pink
the same pattern on her face
laughing
belonging
they find a home
get a cat
long nights
fight and make up
happy
laying on the couch
some old movie on the TV
matching nails
(purple)
linked fingers
standing together
making promises
as family
and friends
look on
nails painted gold and white
by each other
not because they can’t
paint them themselves
but because they no longer have to
kissing a girl is soft. her lips smooth, falling open at the brush of your tongue, welcoming you, making you feel just right.
kissing a girl is hot. the little, breathy sounds she makes as you back her up against the wall, grasping her hips as you suck on her bottom lip
kissing a girl is desperate. teeth tugging at her lip, fingers twined into her hair and clenching into a fist as you sloppily lick into her mouth. you can’t get enough
kissing a girl is tender. a barely there press of your lips against hers. shifting from the corner of her mouth to the centre and then focusing on the rest of her face, tiny pecks everywhere, worshipping her, because that’s what she deserves.
Loving a girl when you’re a girl is complex,
You look at her and you see radiance,
Her laughter echoes off the hallway walls and you can feel your breath catch in the back of your throat at the sound,
With every step together in public, you can feel eyes of judgement,
Words smear across your skin like bruises,
It feels like rocks are being cast at you - all for holding her hand,
Not only do you have to deal with the nervous clammy hand that is shaking at the knowledge of being allowed to touch her,
But you have to listen to the sneers and snipes from a generation that does not understand,
From people in a society that disowns you for taking advantage of the opportunity to adore a girl that makes your heart feel like stammering vocabulary at the start of a classroom presentation,
You have to feel the opinion of outsiders,
on top of the fluttering butterflies in the pit of your stomach,
Nobody understands that she is the one that balls into a little ball atop you to watch movies,
Or that she refuses to miss a single chance to cheer you on at any event,
Even when she is sick,
They don’t glimpse the way your arms fit around her waist making your shoulders relax at the kitchen counter,
Society attempts to dictate my right to feel,
An outsider tells me to tolerate harassment from their belittlement of a relationship that is mine,
I refuse to stand by absentmindedly at that,
So I will hold your hand when we are in line at the grocery store or at the movies,
I will kiss your nose and your rosy cheeks in front of my family,
My fingertips will find you and help lead you to the dance floor at bars,
Amongst the stares, the cruel misplaced comments, and the judgement from those without a right - I will love you with all I have,
In all circumstances,
Wherever we are,
As a girl I will love a girl.
It’s not the most interesting thing about me.
ARH // My sexuality isn’t the most interesting thing to me (via racksley)
if u like girls, here are some reasons to keep on going even when the world feels like it’s just complete garbage:
- girls are soft and nice to hold
- if you’ve never held a girl before, oh my GOD do you have so much to look forward to
- sometimes, if the girl you like is wearing makeup when she gives you a hug, some of that makeup will get on ur shirt and u can feel all special bc look there’s proof that you got to touch a pretty girl
- also: kissing girls. A+, 10/10 good content. wow. WOW. soft…pretty….the way their eyelashes flutter when they open their eyes after the kiss ends. oh my god im so gay jesus christ
- when ur lowkey arguing with a girl and you let her win and she smiles so satisfied and you can tell you’re gonna get kisses later……Best
- listening to a girl you like talk about things she’s passionate about. her cute excited voice….big smile….god
- sometimes when you kiss a girl, she’ll slide her hands up your sides, and it will Kill You Dead but it’s also the best thing in the entire world
- sometimes when you kiss a girl, you can put your hands on HER hips and she’ll get goosebumps and press into your touch and it is. incredible.
- secret looks and flirting with a girl you like…Iconic….
