the-artificem:

Tatiana Maslany and Evelyne Brochu fangirling over each other.

eatingwatermelonseeds:

princesswitchy:

My whole family assumes I’m straight and it’s like if I say anything like “wow that girl is so pretty” they’re like “you’re pretty too don’t compare yourself’ like no mom the only thing I’m comparing is the width between her legs and how well I could fit.

omg

appletopfp:

Request: Eskimo Kisses!  ——- Tried a new-ish way to colour again. And The outfits I used In his was inspired from some artists in “The Art of Frozen”. I forget their names but I’ll edit this later OTL hope you like this!

appletopfp:

Request: Eskimo Kisses!
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Tried a new-ish way to colour again. And The outfits I used In his was inspired from some artists in “The Art of Frozen”. I forget their names but I’ll edit this later OTL hope you like this!

places i need to be: new york
places im not at: new york
lesbiancouples:

The picture above is from Jr. high.. when we fell in love. The last day of 8th grade.
My parents first found out that Emily(left side of picture) was gay and banned the “pussy licker” from my house when I had just turned 16 years old. I was mad in response telling them that I was also gay. Then I was grounded. No internet on my phone. No texting or making calls to anyone except my parents/family. No car.
I had no way to talk to Emily except for at school, and we had no classes together. Not even lunch.
I tried to talk to her on my ipod. CAUGHT. Even on my mom’s cell phone..but I fell asleep with it.. CAUGHT… UGH. It was so annoying.
Eventually, they thought I had “come to my senses” and let me text people (still blocking emilys number).. and they let me have my car back because I had a job at Subway and they were tired of taking me back and forth to work. BUT. They put GPS family tracking or whatever on my phone to track where I am at all times, and my mom would receive a text message if I were ANYWHERE near emily’s house. This was when I was over 16 1/2 years old..
At first, I was miserable. But then Emily started to come and see me at Subway..and helping me close.. I got caught by my boss and almost got fired because of it..
I started to become sneaky… I would leave my phone on the outside of the subway at night saying I worked late and drive to her house until midnight and leave to get my phone and then speed home.. and when I say speed.. I mean driving 110 miles per hour on a 65 mile per hour road…and the same on a 30 mile per hour dirt road..
I got caught at her house twice..
My mom tried to put me in CHRISTIAN SCHOOL.
I refused to go saying I wanted to graduate with the senior class I grew up with…that if she put me in that school I would drop out and become a nobody. She said she was taking me out of her will and I responded with an “I don’t care. I don’t need any of your stuff.”
So I just continued to sneak around FINDING ways to see Emily..going on fake “dates” with boys and when they came to get me from my house Emily would be in their trunk… haha. I even got a vase full of red roses from my “boyfriend.” My mom looked delighted when she saw them… HA!
Eventually when I turned 17 I told them to accept who I was or I’m moving out. I moved out in to emily’s house and about two weeks later they came crawling back wanting to compromise.
At first I could only go see Emily at her house because she didn’t want “that stuff” going on in her house…
To make this already long story short…
Eventually, she learned to deal with it and now Emily and my mother are talking like normal people and friendly. I am now 18 years old. My mom still doesn’t like it but she just deals with it because she loves me.
I’m truly thankful for that, although I know it still bothers her.

The picture above is the day that Emily got banned from my house. We have several pictures of that day and every time I look at them I get chills. It was a great day to start out, and then it just ended horribly. It was also the LAST day of summer before my junior year of high school..
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We are so happy now and will be getting married soon.
I guess what I’m trying to say is… DO NOT LET ANYONE TELL YOU WHO YOU CAN AND CANNOT LOVE.
It’s something you have to decide and fight for.
Love is love.
If you need advice, we are here.
To see us now, go to the OurPersonalBlog link and go to the drop down box and click “watch as we change.”
OurAsk.
OurPersonalBlog.
Thank you for reading our story.
-Emily and Rachel.

lesbiancouples:

The picture above is from Jr. high.. when we fell in love. The last day of 8th grade.

My parents first found out that Emily(left side of picture) was gay and banned the “pussy licker” from my house when I had just turned 16 years old. I was mad in response telling them that I was also gay. Then I was grounded. No internet on my phone. No texting or making calls to anyone except my parents/family. No car.

I had no way to talk to Emily except for at school, and we had no classes together. Not even lunch.

I tried to talk to her on my ipod. CAUGHT. Even on my mom’s cell phone..but I fell asleep with it.. CAUGHT… UGH. It was so annoying.

Eventually, they thought I had “come to my senses” and let me text people (still blocking emilys number).. and they let me have my car back because I had a job at Subway and they were tired of taking me back and forth to work. BUT. They put GPS family tracking or whatever on my phone to track where I am at all times, and my mom would receive a text message if I were ANYWHERE near emily’s house. This was when I was over 16 1/2 years old..

At first, I was miserable. But then Emily started to come and see me at Subway..and helping me close.. I got caught by my boss and almost got fired because of it..

I started to become sneaky… I would leave my phone on the outside of the subway at night saying I worked late and drive to her house until midnight and leave to get my phone and then speed home.. and when I say speed.. I mean driving 110 miles per hour on a 65 mile per hour road…and the same on a 30 mile per hour dirt road..

I got caught at her house twice..

My mom tried to put me in CHRISTIAN SCHOOL.

I refused to go saying I wanted to graduate with the senior class I grew up with…that if she put me in that school I would drop out and become a nobody. She said she was taking me out of her will and I responded with an “I don’t care. I don’t need any of your stuff.”

So I just continued to sneak around FINDING ways to see Emily..going on fake “dates” with boys and when they came to get me from my house Emily would be in their trunk… haha. I even got a vase full of red roses from my “boyfriend.” My mom looked delighted when she saw them… HA!

Eventually when I turned 17 I told them to accept who I was or I’m moving out. I moved out in to emily’s house and about two weeks later they came crawling back wanting to compromise.

At first I could only go see Emily at her house because she didn’t want “that stuff” going on in her house…

To make this already long story short…

Eventually, she learned to deal with it and now Emily and my mother are talking like normal people and friendly. I am now 18 years old. My mom still doesn’t like it but she just deals with it because she loves me.

I’m truly thankful for that, although I know it still bothers her.

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The picture above is the day that Emily got banned from my house. We have several pictures of that day and every time I look at them I get chills. It was a great day to start out, and then it just ended horribly. It was also the LAST day of summer before my junior year of high school..

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We are so happy now and will be getting married soon.

I guess what I’m trying to say is… DO NOT LET ANYONE TELL YOU WHO YOU CAN AND CANNOT LOVE.

It’s something you have to decide and fight for.

Love is love.

If you need advice, we are here.

To see us now, go to the OurPersonalBlog link and go to the drop down box and click “watch as we change.”

OurAsk.

OurPersonalBlog.

Thank you for reading our story.

-Emily and Rachel.

freudianslip13:

By: Isillia
You are adorable! Came here for the Anna kiss and now staying for many reasons. Love your blog already! *ouat/disney and stuff* /hugs/

Aw, thank you so much! I’m glad you found reasons to stay, and I hope you continue enjoying the blog. Lots of warm hugs!

Geez, ok, this might sound creepy, but I saw you JUST last week! We stood next to each other in line at the "For the First Time in Forever Frozen Sing-a-long-celebration"!!! I pointed out to my brother your Anna Disneybound and asdfghjkl. I'm like spazzing at that picture of you and Anna, cuz I thought about Elsa doing that to me the next time I go but how freaked out she'd probably be and yeah, sorry, I'll shut up now. Still so weird knowing I just saw you!!!

Oh my gosh, you saw me!! Yeah, I did the entire Frozen experience: parade at Hollywood Studios, the Sing-Along, then went to Magic Kingdom for their 3 pm parade and the meet-and-greet, then back to the Studios for the dance party and the fireworks. And we were standing next to each other? W-o-w. Wow. I’m glad you liked the Disneybound, it was rather hard to put together because of the sweater and the white strand. And that kiss… I have no words. If you’re still here we can totally hang out one of these days…!

*insert inner conversation* : “Michelle, you are 19 years old and this is the fourth time you watch the parade. You can handle it like a sensible, mature per- AWAAAAY WE GO, IT’S THE FESTIVAL OF FANTASY-Y !!”

*insert inner conversation* : “Michelle, you are 19 years old and this is the fourth time you watch the parade. You can handle it like a sensible, mature per- AWAAAAY WE GO, IT’S THE FESTIVAL OF FANTASY-Y !!”

"Has anybody ever told you that you look like Pocahontas? You’re beautiful", and other things that brighten my day.

Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth rehearsing What is this Feeling?

Hmm, if a train traveling at 35 miles per- I tease of course =p love your blog!
Anonymous

If a train travels at 35 miles per hour it’s five miles away from matching the speed of a Walt Disney World monorail… And thank you so much for your pretty words! I’m glad you enjoy the blog!

Opinion of Gelphie?
Anonymous

Gelphie is one of the most amazing things ever. I think it shows a very complete, extremely well developed relationship. You can see them as sisters, as best of friends, as a platonic romance, and it all fits so perfectly. Gelphie is the perfect portrayal of female power, of the bond we can build with each other, and of how important it is to have someone to rely on -how beautiful and special having that someone can be. :-)

You are 12. You’re at the library looking for some generic young adult fiction novel about a girl who falls for her best friend. Your dad makes a disgusted face. “This is about lesbians,” he says. The word falls out of his mouth as though it pains him. You check out a different book and cry when you get home, but you aren’t sure why. You learn that this is not a story about you, and if it is, you are disgusting.

You are 15. Your relatives are fawning over your cousin’s new boyfriend. “When will you have a boyfriend?” they ask. You shrug. “Maybe she’s one of those lesbians,” your grandpa says. You don’t say anything. You learn that to find love and acceptance from your family, you need a boyfriend who thinks you are worthy of love and acceptance.

You are 18. Your first boyfriend demands to know why you never want to have sex with him. He tells you that sex is normal and healthy. You learn that something is wrong with you.

You are 13. You’re at a pool party with a relative’s friend’s daughter. “There’s this lesbian in my gym class. It’s so gross,” she says. “Ugh, that’s disgusting,” another girl adds. They ask you, “do you have any lesbians at your school?” You tell them no and they say you are lucky. You learn to stay away from people.

You are 20. You have coffee with a girl and you can’t stop thinking about her for days afterwards. You learn the difference between a new friendship and new feelings for a person.

You are 13. Your mom is watching a movie. You see two girls kiss on screen. You feel butterflies and this sense that you identify with the girls on the screen. Your mom gets up and covers the screen. You learn that if you are like those girls, no one wants to see it.

You are 20. You and your friends are drunk and your ex-boyfriend dares you to make out with your friend. You both agree. You touch her face. It feels soft and warm. Her lips are small and her hands feel soft on your back. You learn the difference between being attracted to someone and recognizing that someone you care about is attractive.

You are 16. You find lesbian porn online. Their eyes look dead and their bodies are positioned in a way that you had never imagined. You learn that liking girls is acceptable if straight men can decide the terms.

You are 20. You are lying next to a beautiful girl and talking about everything. You tell her things that you don’t usually tell anyone. You learn how it feels not to want to go to sleep because you don’t want to miss out on any time with someone.

You are 15. Your parents are talking about a celebrity. Your dad has a grin on his face and says, “her girlfriend says that she’s having the best sex of her life with her!” You learn that being a lesbian is about the kind of sex you have and not how you love.

You are 18. You are in intro to women’s and gender studies. “Not all feminists are lesbians- I love my husband! Most of the feminists on our leadership team are straight! It’s just a stereotype,” the professor exclaims. You learn that lesbianism is something to separate yourself from.

You are 21 and you are kissing a beautiful girl and she’s your girlfriend and you understand why people write songs and make movies and stupid facebook statuses about this and time around you just seems to stop and you could spend forever like this and you learn that there is nothing wrong with you and you are falling in love.

You are 21. And you are okay.

a thing I wrote after arguing with an insensitive dude on facebook all day or Things Other People Taught me about Liking Girls (via samanticshift)

23klopez23 here’s the thing I was trying so desperately to find to read you.

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