I AM ABSOLUTELY LOSING MY MIND AFTER READING THIS PLEASE READ IT

READ PART TWO AND THREE BELOW !!!!!

there is a VERY chaotic Cupid running around this village

^ that last comment 🤣

I never knew i needed this in my life, to believe there’s kindness that still exist in this world. Thank you God, i’m glad i lived

You ever have that one guy in your gaming group who absolutely will not stop attempting ridiculous cinematic crazy bow tricks, even though he always just ends up hitting party members? This town’s Cupid is one of those who actually has the skills to back it up.

Being polyam is FR like "I'm not aro/ace but I believe in their beliefs"

Posted this an hour ago and already got the tags peer-reviewed twice so here they are in the main post for all to see: #sexual stuff doesn't make/break/define a relationship #People can be meaningful to you in a variety of ways and these are all valuable #The nuclear family is a false ideal #I could go on

As an aroace, right back at you OP! I've legitimately thought about making an 'I'm not polyamorous but I believe in their beliefs' post before.

It's us together against amatonormativity and traditional relationship hierarchy. ✊

nothing has been more important to my being queer than when i went to my first pride parade, got seperated from my group, had a panic attack about it and was sitting on the side of the road holding a tiny genderfluid flag and freaking out. then this six foot five drag queen in four inch heels appeared from literally nowhere and sat down next to me. i, this scared-shitless trans bi kid at pride for the first time, very nervously told her she looked pretty and i told her my name and that i got lost and didn't feel like i should be at pride and she held my hand and said "oh, honey, everybody deserves to be here, especially you. pride is for everybody who's ever gotten lost, who's been scared of who they are or where they are. you think we never been scared before? pride's for you, honey, because you're scared. you don't have to be proud right now, but you're gonna be one day, honey, i'm sure of it."

i found my group soon after that and i never saw that queen again but to this day i am convinced i met an angel.

so yeah. pride is for you. pride is for all of us.

"came back wrong" you could not come back wrong even if you tried. you've changed, beyond recognition, but while my eyes may not know you, my heart still does. i love you.

she got a soft belly and soft titties and soft thighs and a soft ass and a soft heart

I love you so much I hope we get reborn as housecats who sleep together like puzzle pieces

This is us in the next life

How to know someone loves you(r) back 💖

okay but saying “i wish i had known you sooner” — like the love in my heart is growing so big and fast for you that i wish i had the opportunity to have you way earlier by my side, because i want to love you longer than i can do now. my love for you reaches my past and makes a place for you.

On Love and Community

Me: "I don't often cook but I'm going to quick look through my mom's recipe cards and see if I can find that specific recipe"

Me, 15 minutes later, sobbing: "Love is stored in handwritten recipe cards"

No but for real. Handwritten recipe notes like:

"Kenny's Favorite" "Bake for 45 minutes BAKE FOR 35 MINUTES" "This is from Suzy, back when we lived in St. Louis!" "VERY GOOD!!" (this card had oil stains and ancient bits of dough stuck to the back of it) "Great for dinner parties, can be made ahead of time" "Add some vanilla" with an additional note in different handwriting, "2 tsp vanilla" "I use butter, but Grandpa Rudy uses lard" "Love you! Gramma Emy"

Seeing the handwriting and messages from those no longer with us, or people who I haven't seen for a decade, or even people I never knew but who clearly shared in loving the same people I do - there is an inherent love in sharing food, and personal recipes are a way of saying, "Here. I can't always be with you, but I want you be able to eat well. I hope this food will keep you as happy as you were when I made it for you." And they remind us of all the people who have ever made or shared those meals with us. And love is stored in handwritten recipe cards.

you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.

op are you okay

yes im married to her now

this is the kind of quality content I expect from the internet

the upside of being married to someone you like hanging out with is that you can stay up until 2AM talking about a tv show that you paused two hours ago and not realize until one of you looks at the clock

the downside of it is that you just stayed up until 2AM and you both have work in the morning

There is no shame in loving without abandon. ✌️❤️

And the real trick to it is falling madly in love with literally everything. Gomez Addams isn’t just madly in love with Morticia, he’s madly in love with his house, with his train set, with his kids, with his brother, with his weird normie neighbors, with literally everything. Different kinds of love for each, but love all the same. For having such morbid tastes, Gomez is madly in love with life. THAT’S how you land a Morticia, by being unapologetically and madly in love with everything around you.

Bitches love me for my passionate swag and my unrelenting appreciate for the zest of life

I often see people ask how to get started with doing this, because it seems like a daunting task to be in love with everything, when you are starting off in love with nothing, or very few things perhaps. But the answer isn’t grand or elaborate or secret. The answer is to pick something, and choose love.

And then do it again, and again, and again.

The act of being in love is just choosing love over and over.

The act of being

in love is just choosing love

over and over.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

people will still love you despite it all!! they will love you with some pimples on your face. they will love you if your stomach is bloated. they will love you if your legs aren’t shaved. they will love you even if you stutter or if you’re weight has fluctuated or if you aren’t the best version of yourself. they will love you despite it all.

A day late, but posting a story of when we first got married to celebrate our anniversary:

The thing about having an autistic husband, is as much as I love him, he just is not capable of picking up on behaviors or facial expressions and knowing what they mean. He needs me to speak the words I’m feeling.

Early on, this was a problem. When I was exhausted after work and didn’t have the emotional energy to deal with anything, I needed some time alone.

I would say “I’m tired,” get up and leave a room.

He’d follow.

I would shut a door.

He would open it, and keep talking to me.

I had to actually speak the words, “I would like a little bit of space for a while.”

And then he would say, “Oh.” In a sad voice.

And then I’d feel like an asshole, because he always seemed so sad when I did that. I didn’t want to hurt him. I loved him, and I thought I was a bad wife for wanting time for myself. Things were not good.

One day, I came home, and on my desk was a card, laminated. It was simple, black text on white background, in 36-point font. It said:

I love you. Fuck off.

And he took my hands and said the reason he was sad wasn’t that I needed space— he needs his sometimes too, but I pick up the signals and leave him alone.

He felt bad that he couldn’t understand me, and I always looked so uncomfortable and guilty when I told him.

So now I have a card that I can hand to him, any time, and he will understand and go away for an hour and nobody feels guilty.