|—||Fires, David Ramirez (via marissa8jo)|
|—||Vladimir Nabokov (via marissa8jo)|
I never publish anon hate. However, sometimes I question that decision because I don’t want other people thou think they’re the only ones getting anon hate. :/
I always hate when someone, especially male, is asking about my bisexuality and I get that gut feeling that it isn’t innocent curiosity, but something for their spank bank. Nothing inappropriate is asked, but you just have THAT feeling.
You know, I came out of the closet my freshman year of Highschool. I told everyone I was Bi. But it was funny because no one believed me. It was like they shrugged it off because I was so innocent. Because I’d never kissed anyone or talked about the girls I liked. They didn’t bully me but they made me scared to tell my family. What if my family didn’t believe me either? I fell in love with a girl once and never told her. Now I’ll never get that chance all because everyone thought I had said it because it was “cool” and now it’s eating me up inside. I’m Bi and I can’t tell anyone that will believe me. I remember telling one of my closest friends and she every once and a while brings it up saying “remember that time you said you were bi? Yea, that was funny” like it was all a joke. Yea it’s funny cause I was serious. I like guys and girls and I don’t care, the only reason I never say anything is because no one actually asks. I’m waiting for someone to ask so I can finally say “yea, I’m bi” and lift this great weight off my chest.
England is one step closer to legal same sex marriage. This makes me happy.
Go House of Commons!!!
|—||Yvette Cooper MP (Labour-Normanton, Pontefract and Castleford), Shadow Minister for Equalities (via inspector-minerva)|
|—||Harvey Milk (1930 - 1978)|
My psychiatric nurse sent me this to make me smile