Marrceline

I think, At some point, Everyone dreams of finding.. An Edward. Someone whose name you call, or whisper. And he's right there waiting. Someone who hums a lullaby, And holds you close, as you drift off. Someone who seems to just glitter, in the Sunlight, Whose eyes are often Topaz, Warm, And Reassuring. Someone who takes you to dinner, And ignores the pretty waitress. Someone who follows you, Watches you always, Secretly, Just to be sure.. You're always okay. Someone Romantic, Yet has a good sense of humor. Someone Ancient, Yet Young. Who'll save your life, No matter what. Who cries when you're injured. Someone who cleans

I am gay. I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem I'm not an affliction I don't need treatment. I don't need help I'm not sick I'm not confused I'm not a sin. I am gay. I'm your daughter Your sister Your friend Your co worker Your classmate Your acquaintance A complete stranger I am gay. I need love, just like you I need smiles I need support I need a hug I need a friend I need a family I need acceptance I need understanding I need you I am gay. I know what love is I know what pain is I know what hate is I know what life is I am gay. And I need you to love me The same way you loved me before you knew I am gay.

once i asked you your favourite colour, and you said, "the brown of your eyes," so i put in one green contact and told everyone that i came out of the womb as a factory defect, half-priced, damaged goods. - sometimes i am from canada and sometimes i am from england and sometimes i am from spain. i've carefully tempered my accents and plotted out my stories with yellow and purple coloured pencils on index cards. my origin changes like the seasons. "why do you lie to everyone?" you ask. "why not?" i reply. - i wear nametags that read "alicia" and "liana" and "samantha," because i want to know how it feels to be someon