Santa Cruz, California
the shock value never dissipates .
Being on the phone not saying anything, not because you ran out of things to say…but just enjoying the comfort of knowing that nothing else matters but the two of you at the moment.
Conversations about absolutely nothing, but you don’t care, all that matters is that you enjoy each other’s time.
Moments where you say something sweet and you can tell that the other person just blush.
Times were both of you are sleepy, but continue to deny that you are because you don’t wanna leave each other.
Goodbyes that tend to last awhile
-I miss all those things.
:D guys, this is true love right here. this long distance relationship is working out and it makes me happy :) lol
So, my friends and I are walking to this antique store on east 10th street. I have my flag waving from my jeans and my flag bandana around my neck. We’re walking and we meet this guy who says that we should steal him away from his boyfriend and we laugh. All good feelings and joy.
We continue to walk and we cross the street. Then, there are these group of guys that walk past us. They see me with my flags and they say this:
“oh, you’re too pretty to have those flags.”
Mind you, this is a half an hour after I leave the parade and all over the area, there are people with pride flags. That’s not the issue. The issue is that I’m too pretty to be gay and have gay pride. The problem was that they assumed that I’m gay. I could be straight and I support gay rights and all that jazz. I could be bisexual for christ sake. The other problem is the statement itself. So, because I’m pretty, I can’t be gay. Because, clearly, he was saying that I can’t be gay and that I’ll be a lost asset to the heterosexual community. because I’m pretty, I shouldn’t be gay and that I shouldn’t be representing the LGBT community. That bothered me in the worst way. So, because I’m pretty, I can’t be gay? What if I was ugly, what would they say then? Sigh. Ignorance and disgust still exists and it’s sad that we live in a world that feels this way.
deadhen replied to your post: Pride NYC 2011.
WHEN I GO NEXT YEAR CAN WE MEET I PLAN ON MAKING MY BODY A TWISTER BOARD FOR KICKS OKAY I DON’T KNOW WHY I’M USING CAPS HI
Lol! HI! Yes, we can meet up! A twister board! Nice! I didn’t see that today! Do it! Do it! Do it!
I can’t keep starin’ at your mouth, without wonderin’ how it tastes.
I have a date on monday.
Tonight is the night. As I switch the lights off and i pull your body close to mine, you smile. A smile, hidden with understanding, nerves and beauty. A smile only meant for me. I kiss your neck and you pull my shirt off; my shorts go next. I do the same and I pull you towards the bed. I feel your warmth and I let it swallow me whole. Intimate and sensual, everything is wonderful and I allow myself to fall into the depths of your soul and rest my fiery heart.
- i can cry.
I just woke up and everyone just seems to be attacking everyone through subliminal statuses and texts. People are just complaining that they now know who their real friends are and everyone’s a hater and all that jazz.
I’m sitting here with a bowl of cereal and I’m just laughing.
Clearly, people just don’t know a person enough to call them friends. Now, something happens and they don’t like it. That’s where people start saying “oh, you’re not a good friend. you’re fake.” etc, etc.
It’s always the same people moaning and groaning about friends and their level of maturity and how they don’t deserve to be friends with each other.
*Shrug. I’m comfortable with the fact that I know who my friends are. Whether or not I lose others that are present in my life, I don’t really care.
People just like to talk and complain and never stop to smell the roses.
You tasted like vanilla and I tasted like mango and I don’t really know how that came to be.
What if this was the first date? I wondered aloud. You stopped.
Am I allowed to kiss you like this on the first date?
I don’t know, I answered. I don’t think we ever really had one.
We had one!
Oh, you faltered. Maybe we didn’t.
The streetlight turned from green to red and back to green. The humidity was gone and the night was foggy. It was quiet and I leaned into you.
I had a really good time tonight, you said all of a sudden. Do you think you’d want to do this again? You took three steps back from me.
What’re you doing? I laughed. And then, Oh. Okay. Yeah. That’d be really nice.
You cupped my face and kissed me with my back pressed against brick wall. Very quick and very soft and very carefully.
I’m glad I chose you, you told me before running to catch the streetcar.
Best first date ever.
I’ve never been so fed up with people and life and their decisions/actions.
I just want to be alone for a while.
I got your reply to my chat post. Ohhhhhhhhh is right.
The will to be great and do great is our greatest determination factor. Either I heard that somewhere or I just made it up. Who knows? I don’t think you can be Born with talent. Everyone has their niche and practice, willpower and determination makes a huge difference. Love something enough to stick with it and to be great at it.
Personally, I like to practice writing. I don’t think I have a talent. Writing is much more than talent. But, I practice so I can improve my writing skills and broaden my horizons.
Breaking dawn with you on our webcams has to be my new favorite highlight of my life, so far. Our lives? Because, the sun always rises in New York before where you are and it’s weird, just like us. It makes me feel as if I’m in another time zone or something. I don’t know. I like what I’m feeling right now. Happiness?
It feels like it’s more than just happiness. I’m smiling too much and you and I both know it’s because of you.
Her: you’re really cute.
Me: thank you. You’re really cute too but you don’t do cute
Her: I don’t. However, you do and it works for you, not me.
Me: clearly, you know how to make a girl smile.
Her: not true, just you. When I try.
Me: you succeed.
Her: good. Because I like seeing you smile.
I’m just left with a feeling that explains this: “Why am I doing this again?”
How is it possible to hate someone you haven’t had the time to get to know? Do you take it upon yourself to listen to rumors that aren’t true or is it the idea that you’re holding a personal vendetta against me for reasons we both can’t explain?
Clearly, someone is in the wrong here.
For the first time in a long time, I was seeing you. The real you. A smile doesn’t always grace your face but that doesn’t matter. You said happiness is worth it. It may be hard to keep but happiness can’t always be constant. Appreciate it, even if it’s in small bursts. Because, in the end, it’s worth it. Just as much as love is worth it.
I’m really good at listening. There are days when someone just needs a person to listen to them, without judgments and questions and comments. I love to listen to people rant and talk. Whether it’s something that they are passionate about or conflicted about, I always lend an ear for them. Everyone deserves to be listened to, not just ignored and pushed over.
I hope you know that I plan on making a fool of myself in order to make you smile.
and I like naked people.
Maybe, I’m just done trying and being forced to grow up so fast and I’m ready to be a kid again.
Clearly, my interests have changed from last year until now. I like the change. It’s different. I’m more reserved now and I’m changing my outlook on life. I’m probably bordering the lines of a recluse but, frankly, I rather be by myself or out somewhere instead of partying and doing all kinds of reckless things.
Fuck yeah! I work on Tuesday :)
Clearly, I’m straight edge from now one.
That might change in two days.
My stomach hurts.
Ive noticed that I can be fickle.