Where’s my silver lining?
“This is an abomination, and I will never accept you. You are not welcome at my funeral and you are not welcome in this house. I can’t believe you would want to tear the family apart like this. We raised you better than this and you can consider all communication from here on out to stop. My beliefs do not permit me to support you in any way and the lifestyle you have chosen to live is disgusting.”
-My Mom about my homosexuality 5/25/13
I’m sorry I have disappointed you and I hate it has come to this. This is not what I wanted at all, but I am who I am and I will not deny myself to you to help your delusions of grandeur any longer. I have played the struggling girl with sinful lusts long enough and I refuse to be told I am less than because you have been so foolishly taught otherwise. I honestly hope you have a fulfilling life and are truly happy and I’m sorry I could not be who you wanted me to be. Please take care of Chipper. He’s getting old and I wouldn’t dare take him from his home in his final years. He hates being rubbed on the stomach and he really likes cooked hot dogs. Don’t touch him when he’s eating, he hates that too. Thank you for all you have giving me over these last 20 years. I may not have grown into a wise young woman in your eyes, but I do have a good head on my shoulders. I wish you both the best.
Your gay daughter,
Rachael
I was literally just asked if I was on something because I questioned the bible…
I wonder whats wrong with me. Sometimes I just keep wanting to go deeper and deeper into the world of self destruction. Like as if I want to see myself fail completely and disappear.
Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.
— Stephanie Georgopulus (via miss-ruth)
