Im beginning to think that the only way for a fictional lesbian couple to end up happily ever after is if the show is canadian
More you might like
When my mom’s out in public, she sends me pictures of lesbians she sees.
Jesus I envy that relationship.
this is like the time when my mum took me bra shopping and the girl measuring me up was a lesbian and my mum said to me “i’ll go take a walk around the shop so you can talk to this nice young girl” and gave me a look as if to say “chat her up”.
My mum tries to push me towards cute possibly gay girls and then disappears. She did it in Primark once and I found her hiding behind a pile of knickers, watching me.
i love all of your moms
When I was 17 I was convinced I was in love with the check out girl at the grocery store 5 minutes away from our house, so my dad went to get milk and somehow found an appropriate point in the conversation while buying a half gallon of milk to give her my number. Three days later she called me and asked if I wanted to come over “to watch a movie” and long story short my dad got me laid thanks dad.
That last story is worth reblogging
your mothers are awesome and dad is a great wingman
Wow okay this is awesome. Congrats on your parents.
dear young lesbians,
if you don’t kiss a girl until you’re 17, 19, 23, that’s okay. even if your friends have been kissing boys since they were 12, it’s okay. even if you feel lonely or like there’s something wrong with you because of it, you’re okay and you’re perfectly normal.
if you’ve kissed boys but not a girl and you don’t want those kisses to count as your first kiss, that’s fine and whichever kiss you want to be your first can be. if you feel like you’ll never ever kiss a girl, i promise you will. i know it, it’s written in the stars.
we don’t get it easy, and sometimes it takes a lot longer for us. but i promise to you that it’ll happen sooner than you think. i promise you will kiss a girl, and that when it happens, it’ll be worth the wait.
i love you.
i remember when i was in second grade and i saw my sister kiss her female friend on the cheek and i was totally floored because i didn’t know two girls could kiss each other and i went to school and told my friends and we all started kissing each other and i basically started a lesbian uprising
nice
That’s beautiful
I feel like it’s so much easier for lesbians to call ourselves gay or to say “I’m gay” than it is to say “I’m a lesbian” or refer ourselves as lesbians. And I don’t mean that gay can’t be or isn’t a synonym for lesbian and I don’t mean that lesbians should never use the word gay to describe themselves, but I mean more in the sense that lesbians rarely self-identify with the term “lesbian” without difficulty, or use it when coming out to others or even ourselves.
The word “lesbian” is thrown around with so much hate and disgust that the first time most of us ever hear it used is when it’s being used as an insult. We are told that being a lesbian is grown up thing, that’s it’s inappropriate for kids, or something the children would never understand. We can’t even google “lesbian anything” without porn being the first thing that comes up. “Lesbian” becomes a word that is so disconnected from our experiences with ourselves, our feelings, and our relationships, or we otherwise internalize the lie that we are this bad thing that everyone is always talking about. Gay is definitely used similarly in those respects, but it at least allows us to put some distance between our identity and the lesbophobia that is constantly behind it.
not to be a lesbian but you know when you’re kissing a girl and it’s good and soft and she runs a hand through your hair and you feel her smile into the kiss? fuck i’m gay
When my mom’s out in public, she sends me pictures of lesbians she sees.
Jesus I envy that relationship.
this is like the time when my mum took me bra shopping and the girl measuring me up was a lesbian and my mum said to me “i’ll go take a walk around the shop so you can talk to this nice young girl” and gave me a look as if to say “chat her up”.
My mum tries to push me towards cute possibly gay girls and then disappears. She did it in Primark once and I found her hiding behind a pile of knickers, watching me.
i love all of your moms
When I was 17 I was convinced I was in love with the check out girl at the grocery store 5 minutes away from our house, so my dad went to get milk and somehow found an appropriate point in the conversation while buying a half gallon of milk to give her my number. Three days later she called me and asked if I wanted to come over “to watch a movie” and long story short my dad got me laid thanks dad.
That last story is worth reblogging
all stories in here are worth reblogging. these are all amazing
When my mom’s out in public, she sends me pictures of lesbians she sees.
Jesus I envy that relationship.
this is like the time when my mum took me bra shopping and the girl measuring me up was a lesbian and my mum said to me “i’ll go take a walk around the shop so you can talk to this nice young girl” and gave me a look as if to say “chat her up”.
My mum tries to push me towards cute possibly gay girls and then disappears. She did it in Primark once and I found her hiding behind a pile of knickers, watching me.
i love all of your moms
When I was 17 I was convinced I was in love with the check out girl at the grocery store 5 minutes away from our house, so my dad went to get milk and somehow found an appropriate point in the conversation while buying a half gallon of milk to give her my number. Three days later she called me and asked if I wanted to come over “to watch a movie” and long story short my dad got me laid thanks dad.
That last story is worth reblogging
your mothers are awesome and dad is a great wingman
