I love you, and that's all I really know.

So I came out to my dad a few months ago. He said that basically it's 2018 and as long as I don't drop out of school I can date whoever I want. We really didn't talk about it at all afterwards though.

Well yesterday was my birthday. He comes in the kitchen with the cake and it's a beautiful multicolored rainbow cake.

He get's all shy and he's like "I got a rainbow cake on purpose". It made me cry happy tears.

- That Redheaded Lesbian

I speak deliberately, yet everything I say is perceived likewise. I use these words often, so I want you to know what I mean: Adorable doesn't mean pretty. Cute doesn't mean pretty. Wonderful doesn't mean pretty. No, attractive doesn't mean pretty either. Sure, you're pretty, perhaps even the prettiest woman I've met. But, I feel like that's self-evident, similarly to how water is wet.

Adorable means lovable and respectable. It comes from the word adore. As I've said, you're pretty. However, there is something about the way in which you go about your life and how you interact with other people that makes me go: awww. In other words, you're cute. Also, I'm completely blown away by the entirety of you; you're the 8th World Wonder. You're inspiring, impressive and thought-provoking at the same time. Lastly, I'm drawn to you. You're to me what stars are to planets and other stars. Guess what, you're attractive.

I love you. Just don't think that it's only because you're pretty. You're more than pretty. Inside and outside, you're beautiful.

I know I should be gone, but these pent-up thoughts and feelings were about to kill me.

Love, By: Storm

Last night my boyfriend and I started making out and it was really sweet, when suddenly he reached under the pillow and whipped out something, I couldn't see what in the dark.

Until he shot me in the face with something.

It was a nerf dart. He hid a nerf gun under our pillow and then made out with me to trap me so he could shoot me with the gun.

I laughed so hard we couldn't go back to making out for a looooong time. I love how much he makes me laugh. I'm gonna marry him someday.

(I'm already planning on how to get him back. Next time he leaves the bedroom to pee, I'm gonna hide under his bed and grab his ankle to scare the shit out of him).

Exactly two months ago, in the boldest, bravest, craziest, riskiest, most insane thing I ever did, I asked you out. And, as a clumsy but genuine explanation for the suddenness, I poured my heart out.

It didn't work, but I'd do it again. Even in the face of refusal, you were completely, totally worth the tiniest chance.

My hand misses your hand.

My heart misses your heart.

I still think about you and what we could have been.

Love letter to self:

I’m the girl the guys call hot, and here I am in my sweats, haven’t showered in two days, eating a doughnut, and NOT basing my worth on what others think of me - good or bad.

She’s the one 

She‘s the one they all speak of. The woman every man wants.

She‘s the one who is sweet and caring. Not just with her words, but also with her actions.

She’s the one who is loyal. I’ve been dirt broke and I’ve been piss poor. I’ve been sick for months yet she still stuck it out with me and helped me rise.

She’s the one who denied every move other man made on her. Richer ones, better looking ones, taller ones, but she still saw me as her one and only king.

She’s the one who cooks my favorite meals, buys me thoughtful birthday gifts, kisses me everytime she gets a chance and is a Goddess in the bedroom.

She’s the one my mom adores and my dad loves as his daughter in law. A woman so respectful and modest, yet so strong in her femininity and beauty.

She’s the one who is mine, and mine alone. My darling and my own angel. A woman who was always there with me during the darkest times in my life, now she’s with me reaping the rewards of the joy and light times.

Brown eyes, brunette hair, a beautiful body with delicious curves, I never knew God could create such spectacles. She makes biology look so good with her beauty and the chemistry she carries so holy.

I am blessed, and I kiss her forehead everyday.

Do you ever meet someone and think, they’re the game changer?

Because that’s what he is.

I see a long future with him and a family.

Something I never wanted.

He’s my game changer.

~My Sun, Your Stars