I was a scared caterpillar when I was 19 — half of me was in a cocoon, half of me was chugging Malibu from a plastic water bottle. But at the time, I was convinced that my every decision was permanent and life-altering. Like you, I thought every heartbreak and wrong step was apocalyptic. Tell your crush you want her to visit, but you want to take things day-by-day. It’s okay if hanging out irl is awkward at first. It’s okay if you decide you want something casual, or nothing at all. It’s okay if you end up dating all through college and after graduation, you move to Santa Fe together and adopt an elderly chihuahua named Jewel. You’re 19 and without invalidating your anxieties, my advice is to stop worrying and enjoy getting to know your long-distance theatre babe.
Maddy via Tough Love From @xenaworrierprincess
It was my guilty pleasure, scouring the internet for videos and articles on queer content in movies and on television, and while watching most of it resulted in me hiding my face with my hands because I couldn’t stop blushing, it was still the most exciting period of my life. I had just discovered a whole new world, and it kept me up at night. I’d go over countless scenarios of some nameless, faceless girl in bed with me, holding me close and kissing my cheek. Maybe that was the Indian in me, the Indian that had been brought up in a household where sex was a taboo topic, but I only fantasized about cuddling, not sex. I would imagine there was someone holding my hand, someone whose hand was soft and who smelled like flowers. I would imagine elaborate long love stories — and end them with me finally marrying some boy.
Like, I said, deep denial.
Ria via Evening Walks
