I fucking hate when I like a guy, and someone says that to me. How rude can you be? I don’t care if he isn’t the “cutest” boy ever, he doesn’t have to be. The fact that you don’t even know him, and you still said that. Fuck you. I like him for him. You might not think he’s cute, but you don’t see him the way I do. I think he’s perfect the way he is.
Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on
Do you ever get so bored that you’re like I guess I’ll masturbate
Cool let me change my race to white real quick so I can get some privilege and a tax break
Louder, I don’t think they hear you in the back.
- wake up at 4am just to listen to you talk about a bad dream you just had
- tease you for little things just to apologize six million times when you act upset
- be nervous to kiss you for the first time because they don’t want to fuck up
- touch your butt
- offer to buy you a book that you absolutely love, and insist when you tell them no
- watch your favorite movies with you even if they don’t like them
- let you give them too much information and just listen to you talk for hours
- stay up until you fall asleep just because they want to talk to you
- share your love for dogs
- talk about animals with you for hours
- make you laugh even if it’s 2:30am and you’re laying in bed crying because you sat there and over thought
- reassure you that they care and will always be there for you
- tell you that they think you’re cute when you get angry at a video game
- laugh with you
- claim to not know what you’re talking about just so they can watch as you struggle to explain it just to tell you they already know and just think you’re adorable
Most importantly, date someone who makes you happy.
So, my whole life I thought my favorite color was purple. “What’s your favorite color?” “Purple.” Always. That was my answer. And it wasn’t a lie. I truly believed my favorite color was purple.
And then my sophomore year of high school, someone I had just met in art class asked me if my favorite color was green. I have her a weird look and responded, “no, purple.” She shook her head “nope, you literally wear something green every day. Your favorite color is definitely green.” And I laughed it off. We’ve been friends ever since, and she hasn’t let it go. “Where’s the green?” “There’s the green!” And I never thought twice about it.
But lately I’ve started noticing that my closet is full of green clothes. And while I do find the color purple very beautiful, I actually prefer green. And I find the color green just, very attractive. And I realized that green is my fucking favorite color.
This makes it sound like green being my favorite color was forced upon me, but honestly it was nothing like that. Green has always been my favorite color, I was just not able to see it and accept it.
And I’ve also recently realized that when I write this short story, you could replace a few choice words and this would be the explanation of how I realized I was gay.
Please read this entire thing
As someone who is straight, but a supporter, this helps me understand so much better, thank you
this was about grocery shopping
villains with tragic backstories
