I love her for better or worseDani proposed to me this morning!!!!!!!!! *le happy gasp* :iconlvlvplz: :iconloveloveplz: :iconcblushplz: :iconblushplz: :iconhappytearsplz: Of course I said yes Oh Goddess....I am so fucking happy. I have never been this happy. Not ever. She is my sunshine, my angel. I knew we had talked about marriage alot and proposals but I had no idea I'd feel like this once we were actually engaged. I feel....complete and elated and just all fabulous! She said she's going to do it publically once she gets the ring...like at school ^^ hehehe that will be so romantic <3 This has been the BEST DAY EVER. Thank you God and Goddess, thank you for blessing us. I love you.
SexualityThe hurtful stares,The burning laughs,Am I really that different?Does it matter who I like,Whether it be boys, girls, or both?I live every day,Being hated, despised,For something I was born with.What disease plagues me so?What makes them hate?To you, I am a leper.I am a freak with no worth.A homosexual,A gay,A godless heathen,I refuse my titles,As Romeo did to Juliet...Or rather, Romeo to Benvolio?Yes, that seems more fitting.I love my fellow women,More than most others.Does that make me wrong?Will I be forgiven by God?To be honest,I don't care about anyone's opinion,Let alone God's.
She Could've Been Anything.She could've been rain; she could've been a song.She could've been a buttefly tangled delicately in someone's hair: the tiny, bright wings flutter like a faint little pulse, kissing against the neck or the ear as it tries to escape. In its struggle, it twines itself hopelessly deeper into the gordian knot of silken curls.She could've been that,But she was a hundred times worse.
The Wrong Kind of Love IIIMiranda was prone to tears. This was a fact that Holly had accepted long ago about her best friend, perhaps even admired her ability to be so open about her emotions. She cried during movies at the theater, she cried in the middle of mall food courts, she cried in Holly's arms. It had been that way ever since they were small, and yet lately ever time a tear glistened in that beautiful girl's eyes Holly felt her heart bleed. She wanted so badly to kiss her and make her better, making it all the more difficult to simply pat her head and tell her it would be alright. She was getting weary of this role she played and the boundaries it set for her. They were graduating this year, and the future that hovered over them was weakening her resolve."I worked so hard to get in there!" she shouted, the sound muffled by Holly's jeans. The pair of friends were on the couch in Miranda's semi-finished basement, a rejection letter torn into a million pieces around them. "I really thought I had a shot."