“you shouldn’t be attracted to girls.”
ok but consider the following:
- girl hair
- girl thighs
- girl moans
- girl moans
- girl moans
- GIRL
- MOANS
- girl moans ok
australia | seventeen |
ya, uh what the fuck |
“you shouldn’t be attracted to girls.”
ok but consider the following:
date a girl who’s never gonna give you up
date a girl who’s never gonna let you down
date a girl who’s never gonna run around and desert you
date a girl who’s never gonna make you cry
Date a girl who’s never gonna say goodbye
Date a girl who’s Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
i know those lesbian posts abt being oblivious seem So fake but i just wanna tell u a story in bullet points
u forgot bullet point #11 which is me yelling at u to date her throughout this entire ordeal
“Date the girl whose hair is a mess and steals your t-shirts and kisses you in front of boys who look at her admiringly. Date the girl who wants to dance in the rain with you and make tea for you and make you laugh so hard you snort tea out your nose. Date the girl who cares so much that she can tell something is wrong just by looking at you. Date the girl who will wrap her arms around you for no reason and pay attention when you talk about the things you love, even if she doesn’t love them herself. Date the girl who looks like a lazy sunday afternoon instead of a saturday night. Yeah. Just date that girl.”
— Date that Girl, Nikita Gill.
(via itcuddles)
being kissed by a girl being hugged by a girl being taken out on a date by a girl being loved by a girl reblog if you agree
There’s this girl I like. She’s beautiful and sweet, and makes my heart beat faster with just a look than it would if I ran race. She makes me happy, a feeling I hadn’t felt for a long time before I became friends with her. She isn’t even the girl I like, she’s the girl I love. It’s her brown eyes, her small figure, the way her hands are larger than mine and how her arms feel like home. To the girl I’m in love with. I want you to be my forever, I want you to be called my wife, my best friend, mine. To the girl I’m in love with. I know you aren’t perfect, I don’t expect you to be, I know I certainly am not anywhere near perfect, but to me, you are. To the girl I’m in love with. Stay longer than the rest, I won’t give up on us, we’ve been through so much already. I want to take on the world with you. To the girl I’m in love with, I love you with all my heart.
being kissed by a girl being hugged by a girl being taken out on a date by a girl being loved by a girl reblog if you agree
Date the girl whose hair is a mess and steals your t-shirts and kisses you in front of boys who look at her admiringly. Date the girl who wants to dance in the rain with you and make tea for you and make you laugh so hard you snort tea out your nose. Date the girl who cares so much that she can tell something is wrong just by looking at you. Date the girl who will wrap her arms around you for no reason and pay attention when you talk about the things you love, even if she doesn’t love them herself. Date the girl who looks like a lazy sunday afternoon instead of a saturday night. Yeah. Just date that girl.
in seventh grade i liked a girl. she had blonde hair and hazel eyes and i found it hard to breathe every time she stood near me.
now, i wasn’t the only person to like this girl. she was the most sought after girl in our grade, the one every guy would kill to call his.
they tripped over each other trying to ask her out, even though it was common knowledge she had a steady boyfriend in the year below. she had to reject boys practically every other day.
it would break my heart every time i witnessed the fallout when things got ugly. boys would call her a bitch, a slut, a cunt. once her nudes were even leaked, and half the school turned against her.
i was different. not once did i ask her out or flirt with her. half the time i didn’t dare let my eyes linger on her for too long.
for a while, i pondered this. why it was common behaviour for boys to abuse girls who didn’t like them, while girls who liked girls were wrong for liking them in the first place.
one day it came to me, and it felt like a punch in the chest:
boys who like girls feel they have the right to own them.
girls who like girls feel they don’t even have the right to look at them.
