Pennsylvania. Underage. I do the photography thing.
My cousin asked why I wasn’t eating turkey and I said I’m just not a big fan of turkey and he asked “what’re you, gay?” and I was like “well yeah but I don’t think that’s why I don’t like turkey” and that’s how I came out to my cousin, happy thanksgiving
His smile made me stop and question every decision I’ve made up until that moment.
I will always apologize if I realize I did something wrong.
However, the quickest way to piss me off is to not confront me about it and talk behind my back.
At this point you’re lucky you even got an apology so how dare you sass me
Love is not finding yourself in someone else. It’s not the gesture of giving your life for someone else’s. It’s not even wanting to spend eternity with someone.
Love is waking up every morning and thinking, shit. How is someone like you still with someone like me? And then going on with your day being happy because for some reason you don’t understand, they like or tolerate all the things you hate about yourself. They see past your insecurities to who you are and see a wonderful person. And you do the same for them.