Hey (with The Intention Of Playing With Your Fingers)

#fuck I want this with my girlfriend

Let’s go on a date to the art museum and draw pictures of each other imitating a great artist’s style. At the end of the day, let’s go home and slow dance to our favourite music before cuddling on the couch and falling asleep

There’s an ache of eighteen. In the back of the car with your mother. In your childhood friend’s home. In hallways you’ve walked a thousand times. In the shortcut home from school. In the marks on the wall long outgrown. In your last assignment. In packing your life into boxes. In a space with people you grew up and apart with. This will not come again.

Life returns to fleeting moments that must be gripped tightly for fear of losing them; you return to the kitchen floor.

The edge of childhood. Please take my hand. Please don’t let go.

I don’t know what business I thought I had listening to doddleoddle at 2:36 in the morning but honestly? F u c k  my emotions and f u c k  my need to cry over how much I miss you. Im gonna to go take a nap I refuse to write you another letter I know I’ll never send right now. 

Sometimes, when I walk into a church, I’m not sure I’m supposed to be there, even though it feels like home. Home hasn’t always been a good place for me to be.

I kissed Shara Wheeler, Casey McQuiston

Bro Little League and Astronomy should not hurt me the way it does like it’s so good but I’m like man it’s 4 am I can’t take this rn

Everyday I am so fucking grateful that I have the kind of friend group I got to see in I Kissed Shara Wheeler. I live in an area that’s been growing but still relatively small where the only religion is Christianity. For years it was so isolating that I hadn’t even bothered to consider finding out what was different about me. I just kept trying to shove myself into the mold that everyone wanted me to. And then in 7th grade my closest friend came out to me as bi. And when I told her I might be questioning she sent me video after video and patiently explained what each label meant and I found something that clicked. And then another friend came out. And another. And another. And our labels have changed for some of us and plenty of people are still unlabeled but I stumbled into my own little queer friend group and somehow found more. And I found teachers like Mr. Truman. I’ve met and befriended people so similar to Georgia, and Benjy, and Shara, and Rory, and Ash, and Smith, and Ace, and Summer, and am unendingly grateful to all of them. They’re the kind of people you don’t even realize you need until they’re in your life and you’ve nearly forgotten what it was like without them and couldn’t imagine letting them go. To see those friendships and those people in IKSW that was so very close to my situation (though I’m probably more of a Shara than a Chloe. Someone please find me my Chloe) was so wonderful and seeing the queer friendships and queer joy Casey McQuiston includes in all their books is something I will forever love them for because it’s not only shown me what I want but what I already have and I’ve come to appreciate those relationships so much more than I already do seeing them mirrored in a book I love so much.

We Are Okay | Nina LaCour

“i love him.”

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“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

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I paint flowers so they will not die.