hey i'm raina i like aggressive pop music and funny ladies and sometimes i go to college in boston and sometimes i live in the woods
I want more queer friendship stories. Not just stories where the only two queer people find each other and fall in unhealthy codependent love in a sea of cishets. Give me whole communities of queer people. Give me queer best friends gushing to each other about their silly crushes. Give me younger queers going to older queers for advice and guidance, without getting creeped on. Give me queer friends cuddling and watching tv together, or baking cookies together, or a big group of diverse queer people fighting about where to go out to eat because everyone has a different favorite place, but ultimately they decide to go to everyone’s favorite place at least once and just flip a coin or something to decide who’s turn it is to pick. Give me queer friends from different cultures bonding over sharing their cultural differences. Give me queer people starting college or moving for a new job and learning how to be a part of a new community full of other queer people.
Romance is nice and all, and queer romance needs more representation. But friendship is every bit as important, and more important to some people. I don’t want to hear stories where I have to hope I find that one other queer person to be happy with and then shut out the rest of the world. I want community.
"I’m like the luckiest girl in the world. I’ve gotten to be a princess, I’ve gotten to work with the Muppets. A lot of my childhood dreams about who I wanted to be when I was a grown-up, I at least get to play them in movies."
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.
do you ever think of how harry, ron and hermione could barely handle a horcrux at 17/18 when they were taking turns being close to it
and ginny tried her hardest to fight off a horcrux (and occasionally succeeded) - which she poured her heart and soul into - so that she wouldn’t hurt anyone
at age 11
and just wonder why???