My therapist asked me to tell her about you, and i wanted to tell her that you broke my heart. I wanted to tell her about the things you did, that made me so fucking mad. I wanted to tell her about the way you gave up on me, but instead, i told her that your eyes were the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen and about your hands, i told her about your laugh, about how you hated the way i lost my mind sometimes. I told her you were the best person i’d ever had the chance to meet, though few people realized that. I told her you were the only thing i thought about when one shot had turned into four and four had turned into ten. I told her about that time you said you loved me, and i told her that you made me feel pain in places i did not know existed. I told her your hair curled perfectly, and your voice made me feel like a child on christmas day. I told her i loved you. All of you. And i was thankful for the couple months you stayed.
when she asked about you (via for-givers)
stop changing the source of my post.
The main problem I find with calling out bisexuals as “just experimenting” or “curious” is that you delegitmize experimenting with your sexuality. It’s perfectly healthy and normal to be curious and questioning of your orientation. What’s the big deal if someone thinks they might be bi or pan and then after some time decides, “no, I’m actually straight/gay.”? Like seriously…how does that affect you at all?