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Bookish.
Margaret, 18, Boston, MA. Lesbian she/her
Margaret, 18, Boston, MA. Lesbian she/her
people i make myself look good for:
- myself
- gay women
- my friends so they go “damn bitch u look fucking good” whenever i enter the room
- drunk girls in bathrooms
(via el-dizzle)
Once there was a girl. She was not extraordinary in any particular way, she got average grades and had an average manner about her, but she walked around her world with a desire to see the best in people and to help them succeed. One day, she met up with a friend of hers, whom she had known for years, for lunch. Her friend was not extraordinary either, but she was the kind in the face of personal pain. The two girls ate lunch together at their favorite booth in their favorite diner in the town next to their own. They talked for hours and hours, slowly working their way through a meal, and then dessert, and then coffee, all the while simply enjoying each other’s presence. When they said goodbye, each of them looked at the other with a lingering feeling, both understanding that the other had something to say, but that they weren’t ready yet.
Two weeks later, the second girl called the first and asked her to meet at their favorite spot. An hour later, the two girls were sitting on a blanket in the park, next to the old willow by the pond. Drinking lemonade and listening to the soft babble of the fountain, they enjoyed each other’s presence, sitting side-by-side and laughing the afternoon away. As the evening drew to a close and dusk fell on the park, they stood up and began to pack away the blanket and glasses. As she stood up from gathering her box, the first girl noticed her friend making a face at her. She saw the pain in her friend’s eyes, and she began to cry.
“What’s wrong?” The first girl asked.
“I just-” her friend began, “I cannot believe that I get to know you. I cannot believe how lucky I am that we’ve been able to be so happy together for so many years.”
The first girl began to tear up, as well. “Can I tell you a secret?”
The second girl gave me a small smile, and replied, “you can tell me anything.” They drew close for a hug.
The first girl pulled away slightly to look at her friend, “I love you.”
The second girl looked down at the first with awe in her eyes and a swelling in her heart. She could not believe her luck, and leaned down to kiss her best friend. “I love you too.”
I check my watch again. Where is he? He’s usually right on time. Is he okay? Looking down towards the corner, and then back at the door to his building, I can feel the concern rising in my chest as I hold a small bouquet of peonies, his favorite, closer to my warm body. 8:06. A cold gust pushes me a step back as I dig my phone out of my pocket.
“Hello?” Aviv asks, breathless.
I sigh, “Baby where are you? Are you alright?”
“Yeah I’m sorry I lost track of time and I promise I’ll be down in just a moment.”
“Okay well hurry up. It’s cold and I can’t wait to see you again.”
He only laughs in response, and I hang up the phone. Two more minutes.
Sure enough, two minutes later I look up to see him running across the foyer and outside into the cold December air. Not for the first time, I pause to really take in his beauty, but Aviv continues until he basically runs into me, planting a brief kiss hello on my whiskered cheek, and taking the flowers from my hand.
“George, honey, these are perfect, how did you find such beautiful blooms at this time of year?” I lead the way down the street, towards the theater, and already his constantly-moving mind has continued to four topics past the question he asked me. “Today at work I finally got my trials to work, so I can make some progress on my dissertation before I turn seventy, and I Shauna got around to checking on my math and she says that everything is good there so now we’ll really be cooking. How was class today? Are you nervous about your big test? Do you need me to help you study? I can make flashcards tonight and then we can work on practicing, though it may be better if you make the flashcards because then you can do another round of practice and I can just quiz you – naked in bed, of course. God, you’re so sexy babe I’m so glad we get to go out tonight it’s been forever.”
Used to his babble, I jump in, “I got the flowers from a flower shop in Brooklyn, and I’m glad you finally got those trials to work, I know they’ve been a real problem. Class today was good, and I’m nervous about the test, but no more than usual. Of course you can help me study, but I have a feeling you’ll end up being more of a distraction than an actual help.” He opens his mouth in protest, but I wink at him, “You know I’m not complaining, right?”
On the morning of his twenty-fifth birthday, a prince was eating breakfast with his parents, desperately trying to avoid the conversation about when he would get married. He tried to talk about the guest list for the party that evening and who would sit with them at the high table, but the King and Queen, of course, could think of nothing else. Would their son ever find love? When would they have grandchildren? After ten minutes, and almost as many exasperated sighs from the Queen, the Prince set his fork down to the table. “Just say it, Mother. If we’re going to do this, I want to have a conversation, not a passive-aggressive fight.”
“Son, please speak with more respect-”
“No, he’s right,” the Queen interjected, “We all need to have an honest discussion. This is important.”
The King waved away the serving staff and turned to his son. “My boy, your mother and I have tried our best to give you space while you were becoming an adult, but you’re twenty-five now and it’s high time that you begin searching for a suitable partner. You need a someone to spend your life with, and our country needs an heir. It is your duty not only to lead, but also to continue the family line.”
“For God’s sake, father,” the prince scoffed, “this isn’t 1790 any more. My sister is married and has two boys, why can’t they be the heir? She’s older, so she and her children should precede me and any that I might have.”
“Don’t start this again. You are the son, and so you and your heir will sit on the throne one day.”
The Prince rolled his eyes, but his mother interrupted with a quizzical look, “What do you mean children that you might have? Do you not plan on having children?”
The King choked on his breath and turned to his son with astonishment, “What is this? Our kingdom- Your kingdom needs an heir. You must continue the family line.”
The prince sighed, and his mother turned, calmly, towards him. She took his hand in her own and looked into his eyes. “What is it, dear? What are you trying to tell us?”
He took a deep breath, “You know, though, don’t you? You know what I want to tell you.” The young prince saw a strange look flash through his father’s eyes, and a sinking feeling consumed him. “I’ll tell you tonight, I promise.”
That night, the prince was in his chambers dressing for the party, when there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” he called.
“I’ve been sent by your mother to see when you’ll be joining the festivities down in the dining room, my lord.” One of the knights entered the room and shut the door, “Also, I wanted to see you alone for a moment before we go down there.”
“Well no wonder. You look quite dashing this evening, sir.” The prince turned to the knight and laughed. “It’s a pity that they no longer make you all wear armor and mail. I love a good helmet.” The two of them drew nearer.
“I can think of a few other things you love, my lord.” The taller knight leaned down to kiss his prince, when someone else knocked on the door.
“Come in,” the prince called, a little hoarsely. Under his breath, he muttered, “straighten your tie.”
A maid opened the door and reported that, as he had requested, the King and Queen were waiting for him in the library. After thanking her, the prince and knight sighed and followed out to the library, ready to face whatever may come.
“What is the meaning of this?” The king asked, “Why aren’t you at the party already?”
“Papa, please sit down. There’s something that I need to tell you both.
“I know you mean this party as my way of finding a wife, and I really do appreciate the thoughts and work that you’ve put into it. However, I am a grown man, and I think it is time for me to be honest with the world. I felt you two should know before we announce it after the meal.” He reached down to take the hand of the knight, and the two of them smiled. “Mother? Father? I’m gay.”
The King and Queen looked at each other. At first, the King seemed rather angry. The Queen, on the other hand, lit up with joy. “I knew it! Oh you’d better pay up, mister.”
They all laughed, “You bet on me being gay?” The prince asked.
“Oh, son, of course not. I bet your mother that you would wait until after we had tried to set you up with someone, but she thought that you would do it beforehand. Obviously, she turned out to be right.”
“If I may, your majesties,” the knight interjected, “I do love your son very much, and I know that our country has not had any gay leaders, but I do hope you’ll accept us. He’s everything to me.”
The Queen smiled down at the two scared boys in front of her. “My love, we have known for many years. Of course there are some who may not accept you, but your father and I will fight for you for as long as we can. You’re our son, and we love you for every part of who you are.”
The prince threw his arms around her, beginning to cry. “I love you both so much. Thank you.” The four of them stood in the library for a moment, drying their eyes and smiling at each other. “Actually, there’s something else we want to tell you. I know this party tonight is supposed to be for my birthday, but if it’s alright with the two of you, we were hoping it could also be an engagement party. You wouldn’t have to change anything, I just want our people to share this happy time in our lives.”
“Oh, son. Congratulations to the both of you!” The King beamed, “We will make the announcement during the toasts.”
“We’ll get grandchildren though, right?”
“Yes mother. We plan on having children. There will be little princes or princesses here in no time.” The prince replied, to his parents’ delight.
The butler entered, “Excuse me, but you’re all rather late to the party downstairs.”
“Indeed,” the prince replied, “we are just going down now.” Following the King and Queen, he took the hand of his knight, and they all left to tell the kingdom of the good news.
Omg this is from “I’m A Crazy Bitch: My Top Four Altercations With Strangers”
straight friend: is she cute?
me: well first of all, all girls are cute, so jot that down
Beg to differ
who asked you?
(via fluent-in-lesbianism)
(via theashleyclements)
Roast the fuck out of them. Being family doesn’t mean you ever have to be okay with that shit.
*slow clapping at the dad*
(via originalzinn)
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Candles™
Yoga Mats™
Donuts™
The Bow™
The Vow™
The Bow Chicka Bow Wow™
Crazy science™
Lesbian not a unicorn™
The spit™
The knife™
Vegan Ice-cream™
Heart eyes™
Bridal style™
“Friends"™
Puppy™
Lesbianing together™
Be my little spoon™
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