Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment that makes you think, “I just really love you”
Quick recap on my life… although it is likely none of you will care >.<
1. I graduate high school on the 18th!! It’s so close but seems so far. It is crazy how much work I need to get done by then!! And and and then I have the HSC exams… so I will be busy studying for them.
2. I have this gorgeous, amazing girlfriend who I just love to bits. Her name is Ruby Jean and she is just awesome.. I don’t think there are enough words in the English language to express how much she means to me. She has these gorgeous eyes, they are like a mix of blue, green, brown and orange and her smile can just lighten up my day. We help each other through every day and she is so supportive with everything. I really hope that I get to grow old with this girl. She has the best sense of humour and can always make me laugh, I would never get over just looking at her, she is like a 18th century painting where no longer how long you look at it you will always find new things and it will continue to amaze. She is smart and poetic and she writes so beautifully. She is also an artist… she is amazing at drawing. Blahhhg. Yeah, she is amazing. I just wish we could see each other more. She lives an hour and a bit away and with school and everything it is hard to see her.
Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober.
I’m constantly embarrassed. I fidget and twist my hair and pull weird faces and stutter. Some days I feel quite confident, then others there’s a microscopic flaw about myself physically, which will make me embarrassed to walk the streets.
So like go ahead and hate on Justin Bieber all you want. He’s an asshole, he kinda deserves it. But stop calling him a girl.
My gender is not an insult.I don’t care about Justin Bieber. But this is important: MY GENDER IS NOT AN INSULT. This. This. This. This so much.