this is not fucking katy perry
i’ve been kissing a girl lately. she’s soft and sexy and the best kisser in the world. it’s made me really realize that i am so outside of labels and expectations and all the other crap that we put on ourselves and everyone we come in contact with and oops! all those we don’t. i feel happy and not the least bit worried about what anyone will think. it’s so fucking stupid to narrow our minds, to think that our way is the only way. i’ve been attracted to this girl for months and for the longest time was like, whoa what the hell is this! then one day i stopped caring. i just let go. i’m falling but it doesn’t feel like falling it feels like floating. not like on cloud nine, but on freedom. it’s finally starting to feel like all the scattered pieces of myself are coming together and not because i’m grabbing at them trying to fit them together but because they are shifting around making room for each other. like how babies are born with the soft spot on their heads so that their skull can grow…my soul is GROWING. not because of the action of kissing a girl but due to the action of ALLOWING myself to kiss a girl ;) i’m starting to love, in the truest sense of the word, not in the selfish, i love you because of what you give me kinda way but in the i love you because you are a part of the universe and therefore a part of me kinda way. love is love as my roomate says.
