And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

in the catholic ghetto, born and raised

at the playground is where I bullied most of the gays

relaxin chillaxin communion all cool

oppressing some minorities outside the school

when a couple of gays who were up to no good started making out in my friendly white neighborhood

I burned one little cross and the blacks got scared

And said “You’ll never be in the White House as long as we breathe air”

(Source: mechastreisand, via fluree)

These are the moments

I cannot wait to be in his arms again. Where I feel the most safe and comfortable. Simply happy in the most innocent way. I can’t help but love and adore cuddling and kissing. Spending raw, beautiful seconds together in such bliss that makes me crave the next ones when we are apart. I could feel like this forever. His lips, that make me fly, if only time could follow when we are apart. I cannot wait until the next gentle, wonderful embraces when we see each other again. Until then, my longing for you becomes greater for I know how sweet it will be when I’m back in your arms.