Ive been binge watching Orange Is The New Black on Netflix since I woke up this morning. The things these people have had to act out and the not knowing of weather or not these things are actually happening to real people in prisons like this one. This show had been the first in years to have me in tears along with the characters etc. Its also the first show to have me seriously questioning my sexuality. I get what Pipers going through…being unsure towards what you want and are used to or following your heart and having everyone you know and love treat you like a leper..

I dated an amazing girl in about the middle of my sophmore year that I’d been attracted to since i first saw her in my Tech class the previous year. One day I finally had the courage to add her on a social media and talk to her.. We hit things off and she was the first girl I ever really loved..I still do love her.. I was to afraid to come out and tell my mom about her..her mom was so accepting as was her moms partner and her family..even her grandparents. I have NEVER felt as normal in my life as I have when I KNEW there were people out there who were 100% okay knowing that their beautiful daughter, niece, granddaughter was Bi, 

Being different is the hardest thing to do in this world. Since day one when I entered this word, people have been judged, ridiculed, tormented, and imprisoned for being unlike everyone else. Weather you’re gay, straight, hispanic, african american, indian, muslim, this list could go on for ages, everyone has the same needs, the same desires. We arent alone and we dont deserve to be treated like we’re lepers for our differnces. 

I know that this is an extremely odd thing to write while reflecting on just a show on netflix but this needs to be said more than it is. We are all a society. Nobody deserves to think that theyre useless and different because everybody is amazing. 


I just want my 125 followers to message me. Like wow I don’t ever talk to any of you. Are you breathing?  Do you have a dog and if so can I pet it? This is important, people.

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The ‘yes or no’ game.


You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.

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I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.

Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard but the next was harder. And I knew with a sinking feeling it was going to get worse and I wasn’t going to be okay for a very long time.

Because losing someone isn’t an occasaion or an event. It doesn’t just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time I pick up your favourite coffee mug; whenever that one song plays on the radio, or when I discover your old t-shirt at the bottom of my laundry pile.

I lose you every time I think of kissing you, holding you or wanting you. I go to bed at night and lose you, when I wish I could tell you about my day. And in the morning, when I wake and reach for the empty space across the sheets, I begin to lose you all over again

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