The Gravity Between Us

she can’t be stolen from me if she was never mine to begin with.

on the flipside, just because a woman has long hair or wears skirts doesn’t mean she’s straight,

After all, it’s the people you care about the most who can cut you the deepest.

I realize how different it is, kissing a woman as opposed to kissing a man. It’s inquisitive rather than demanding, pleasurable rather than acceptable, more delicate, yet so much more tantalizing

I’m not even conscious of what I’m doing; I’m just operating on autopilot. It’s like I’m caught in some kind of trance made up of equal parts righteousness and remorse.

There’s a lot to be said about Kendall Bettencourt. She’s one of those people who were put on this earth so that the average human can give the word ‘beauty’ a definition. Between having the body of a Victoria’s Secret model and a face that should be immortalized in a Da Vinci painting, she never stood a chance at living her life in the shadows. It didn’t really come as much of a surprise

is one of the most important people in my life, not some hotter-than-a-house-on-fire bombshell from a movie poster. I know her. She’s a sweet, sassy, intelligent, beautiful-on-the-inside, real person. And… Oh my god. She is my type! She is the standard by which I assess every other woman on the planet. Oh, this is so effin’ bad. I need to get out of here. Bring the damn check, please!

I’d pick you, Kendall. You are, in every possible sense of the word, the most breathtaking woman I have ever met. That would be the most truthful answer I could give, but I know when to keep the truth to my damn self. “You know that X-Men movie, the one where Xavier can still walk?”

Kendall furrows her eyebrows at me as if to say ‘yeah, and?’

“The actress who played Mystique in that. Hello, blue body

like a bad case of herpes—just ‘cuz you can’t see me doesn’t mean I’m not there.”

Women drop hundreds of dollars at hair salons trying to attain the golden perfection she was born with.

half-retching, half-gurgling