bitchinbubbles-blog

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

My Heart

My heart, it hurts.

I am three years old,

My father leaves through the front door.

I wait for him to come back but in vain.

My heart, it hurts.

I am six years old.

My father comes back, but I can barely recognise him.

My heart, it hurts.

I am 9 years old.

My father hits my mother

And this time, we leave through the front door.

My heart, it hurts.

I am 12 years old.

My mother tells me I'm useless.

My best friend tells me I'm worthless.

My teachers tell me I'm talentless.

My father remains speechless.

My heart, it hurts.

I am 15 years old.

My mother tells me she wants to abandon me.

My mother tells me I'm a burden.

My mother tells me I'm a waste of her money.

My friends tell me they care about me.

My friends tell me they want to help me.

My friends don't know what I need help with.

My heart, it hurts.

I am eighteen and finally all alone.

My heart hurts and I want it to stop.

I go to the hardware shop.

I shove a long rope into my bag, when no one watches.

And then I head home.

And finally, my mother, my father, my friends and everyone in this world, is free from me.

My heart, it doesn't hurt anymore.

#poetry. #poetry #really bad poetry #sadness?

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

18

The day she was born

The doctor said

“it’s a boy.”

and proceeded to wrap her in blue.

When she was one,

she was called big, fierce, and strong;

She just went along.

And she always wore blue.

When she was two,

She was given toy construction vehicles,

plastic dinosaurs,

and a gun - that shot bubbles.

When she was three,

she told her mom that she wasn’t happy,

she wasn’t who she wanted to be,

She was a boy.

Her mom assumed it was a phase

and figured things would change.

She told her

to give it some time.

When she was four,

she wanted a doll.

Her dad bought her a ball,

and called it a close call.

When she was five,

she tried to paint her nails

like the other females.

But her mom found her and took it away.

She cried and cried,

but her dad told her to grow up,

Boys don’t cry.

She should just be a tough guy.

When she was six,

She tried growing out her hair

but then her parents gave her a glare

and made her cut it all.

When she was seven,

she went to school.

Most of her friends were girls

and

they were able to be who they wanted to be.

When she was eight,

her dad signed her up

for little league baseball

He didn’t care for her opinion at all.

When she was nine,

she gave up.

She’d had enough.

This was her life,

and it wasn’t going to change.

When she was ten,

she was made fun of

for taking her shirt off the “feminine way”

at a pool party

When she was eleven

she read that

people who felt the way she did

wouldn’t be allowed into heaven.

When she was twelve,

she got first place in a science fair

and for the first time in her life,

her father was proud.

When she was thirteen,

she realized she was attracted

to other girls.

When she was fourteen,

she was called gay,

and several other names.

When she was fifteen,

she got sick of her life being a lie.

She couldn’t stop thinking how

all she wanted to do was die.

When she was sixteen,

she met a girl,

who was nice and all,

but very confusing too.

They began to date,

to her this felt like fate.

But deep down she knew,

she mustn’t stay around.

When she was seventeen,

she finally told her girlfriend

the truth.

Her girlfriend told her

she knew.

When she was eighteen,

she told her parents something unforeseen

she was a girl,

she always had been,

and always will.

M.C.R. // @a-random-emu (A project I made for my Sociology Class)

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

Happy Pride Month!! 🏳️‍🌈

#pride month #lgbt+ #lgbtq+

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

Me all the time

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

reblog if you think boys can wear dresses

proving a point to my entire family

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

Holland: Being gay isn’t a choice. Holland: It’s a game and I’m winning.

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

Troye Sivan

rb if you agree

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

REBLOG IF YOU’RE GAY OR JUST REALLY LIKE YURI ON ICE

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

This image is not mine.

#blue is the warmest color #lea seydoux #adele exarchopoulos #lgbtq #lgbtq+

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

This image is not mine

#BTS #bangtan boys #beyond the scene #bts army #save me #bangtan sonyeondan #jeon jungguk #jungkook #v #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #jin #RM #suga #min yoongi #jimin #park jimin

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

Strawberries And Cigarettes

Inspired by: Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan

Pairing: Marin And Mabel, from We Are Okay by Nina Lacour

Summary : Marin starts writing a diary to reduce the feeling of loneliness and emptiness in her heart.

Dear Diary,

Life without Mabel is like a sky without stars. Dull and dark. I know I made the choice to disappear on my own and now I must pay the price. Life in New York is not bad or undesirable in any form. But it isn’t nearly like what life in California was. I miss many things about the coast. I miss my cozy house and the beach. I miss my grandfather. My grandfather left me and took my happiness with him. I thought starting over would make me feel better. But it turns out that without Mabel, happiness is meaningless.

I miss her more than anything else. I miss her sugary smile and the way she played with her hair. I miss her eyes and the feeling of her skin on mine. I miss her embrace and the taste of her lips. I miss her sweet and pleasant scent and the way she walked. I miss our conversations and those moments where it seemed as if we were the only two people alive. I miss the way she said my name and the way she looked at me.

But I have made my choice and now she’s gone and I’m alone with an infinite hole in my heart. I never thought I would fall in love with her but I did and I should have told her. I should have told her that I love her more than anyone possibly can. That I wanted her to be mine. But I know I may not have been able to make her as happy as someone else. I proved that to myself and her by letting her go. And now I will be filled with remorse and regret till I see her again. I sit here with nostalgia for moments when I was with Mabel, hoping that I’ll be able to be see her again.

Love,

Marin.

#we are okay #nina lacour #lgtbqia+

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

ferris wheels? gay. iced coffee? gay. baseball tees? gay. boots? gay. waffle houses? gay. halloween oreos? gay. emails? they’re gay now too.

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

i was reading an article in one of my classes that had this line in it and i would like to say, mood,

[bitchinbubbles-blog]

i love religion