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my gender is a language i'm not fluent in, all i know are words, and a few phrases, enough to know that there's still a lot to learn. there are days when all i want are soft curves and to grow out my pixie cut to something like baby bangs and shoulder-length waves. my gender is a language no one else can speak. there are days when i wish for angles, sharp edges, slim pants that don't hug my legs, but not my curves, a more defined jawline. my gender is a language that i cannot learn from a textbook. it is all fluctuating, constantly changing, girl, boy, human. my gender is a language that cannot translate to or from any other. maybe someday i'll be able to speak it. maybe. for now, i'll stand tall, shoulders back, eyes set ahead, and i'll tell myself that i am human, and that is enough
I wish I didn't love you as much as I do Wow I wish you'd just respond. Have you ever lied to me? Why did you not want me to ever post about you..? Were we ever really.. together? What am I to you? Like really? Do you really love me? Are you lying to me now.? How do I know that you're actually telling me the truth? I wish you'd just be open about our relationship I don't even know what we are I'm sorry I'm not enough
put your ray gun to my head because it's a holiday so someone was bound to end up crying i guess i'm overprotective reached the age where i realize adults are just as screwed up as kids i'm not ready yet that's just high school for you nothing swings and a sugar cookie can't fix cause every little thing's gonna be alright if you're wondering why she was so rude and now she's like this... it's a holiday and i'm not ready yet