Young and Lesbian
b-u-l-l-e-t:

my love🌙✨💛

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b-u-l-l-e-t:

shotgunning 😏

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b-u-l-l-e-t:

happy two months too the most caring, loving, and beautiful girl I know

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ankle-breaking-angel:

b-u-l-l-e-t:

lauren and I took some p cute pictures today

We’re cute😏😍

ankle-breaking-angel:

b-u-l-l-e-t:

i want to just fly back home to your arms

I want you home too baby

ankle-breaking-angel:

b-u-l-l-e-t:

i want to just fly back home to your arms

I want you home too baby

ankle-breaking-angel:

I miss my baby so much, especially today. Happy 4 months beautiful😍

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ankle-breaking-angel:

I miss my baby so much, especially today. Happy 4 months beautiful😍

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tankattaque:

viiciiously:

I want to share you something. I don’t want to make another Lesbo post, or pro-gay shit, i don’t even look for your approval at all; what I want to share you is that a life can be resumed in just this permanent second. I met her 8 years ago already, all started in this same way I’m talking to you, on internet. By the time, she became my best friend; I met ALL her lovers, (“no one could be official without your approval”, she said then) and she met all my lovers too. We both lived the process of defining ourselves and likes of each other, and we were there in the difficulties that faced upon it. We splitted up for a little time, and grew a little by our own, but things never changed when we met again. One day, she told me that she wanted to talk with me…  That day was the very most beautiful day of my life. So, when people try to tell you that love is a mistaken feeling, an accident, with an inexistent basis and can even drive you to your death, believe them. Because here is the prove of two human beings who met in an “unreal” digital platform, because I did a”mistaken click” on a site, and “accidentally” fell in love just by the thoughts and not the physical til several years after; that when I “real” met her, i just confirmed myself, and guys, I would NEVER EVER mind to die right now, if I’m by her side. Don’t lose yourselves. Love is a disease, but also, can be it’s own cure. 

I’m “her” and I fell in love once again. Over in over. Believe.

tankattaque:

viiciiously:

I want to share you something. 
I don’t want to make another Lesbo post, or pro-gay shit, i don’t even look for your approval at all; what I want to share you is that a life can be resumed in just this permanent second. I met her 8 years ago already, all started in this same way I’m talking to you, on internet. By the time, she became my best friend; I met ALL her lovers, (“no one could be official without your approval”, she said then) and she met all my lovers too. We both lived the process of defining ourselves and likes of each other, and we were there in the difficulties that faced upon it. We splitted up for a little time, and grew a little by our own, but things never changed when we met again. One day, she told me that she wanted to talk with me…  That day was the very most beautiful day of my life. 

So, when people try to tell you that love is a mistaken feeling, an accident, with an inexistent basis and can even drive you to your death, believe them. Because here is the prove of two human beings who met in an “unreal” digital platform, because I did a”mistaken click” on a site, and “accidentally” fell in love just by the thoughts and not the physical til several years after; that when I “real” met her, i just confirmed myself, and guys, I would NEVER EVER mind to die right now, if I’m by her side. 

Don’t lose yourselves. Love is a disease, but also, can be it’s own cure. 

I’m “her” and I fell in love once again. Over in over. Believe.

noctemrouge:

She’s my reason. <3

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