but she’s somewhere else now, and your heart is a cavern for it. maybe you should have told her before she left. maybe in those moments when your throat closed up looking at her laugh. when your hands shook watching her dance around her room, her bare feet against the tiles of her floor. when your heart danced too. when she called you, drunk, and said she liked you. when you went to form the words back but got stuck halfway, asking if she made it back home safe. how the two of you took the town together, how the little wrinkle of her brow showed up when she was discussing something serious, how she took up the whole room when she was passionate. the warm heat of her protective anger. the fire in her that came with the love of her friends. if you could have written her the right words would she have stayed. if all of those nights had ended in you buckling and kissing her, would she have just left earlier. could you have had her.
she’s somewhere else now. she’s somewhere else now. it doesn’t matter anyhow.
(via seasonswillalwayschange1)
it dont even feel like september it dont even feel like any month we just floatin thru time
(via memewhore)
when will people realize that not every lesbian is a white blonde girl with super long hair who has a “nice” body with tattoos and resides in california
black lesbians exist (incl. dark skins)
brown lesbians exist
east asian lesbians exist
indigenous lesbians exist
islander lesbians exist
latinx lesbians exist
jewish lesbians exist
muslim lesbians exist
fat lesbians exist
nb lesbians exist
lesbians who aren’t able bodied exist
trans lesbians exist
mentally ill lesbians exist
lesbians who don’t fit eurocentric beauty standards existand we’re not just here to be a token post on your blog. we exist and we’re real and we’re just as valid.
(via ambiguousgrae)
