I really wish I wasn’t 16 anymore; if I ever came out to my parents, even though I know they’d be really cool about it, I’m such a clusterfuck of things (asexual, panromantic androgyne) that they’d say something like “Oh, well, wait till your hormones cool down so you can be sure of that,” and I know sexuality is fluid, but I don’t like that they just assume it’s gonna change. Sigh. Oh well.
Parents are always gonna say stuff like that. Just make sure you don’t turn into these parents ;]
there’s nothing wrong with being aware of the fact that being 16 is very different from being an adult. when parents say that they’re speaking from experience not ignorance.
“What happened was this: I got an image in my head that never got out. We see a great many things and can remember a great many things, but this is different. We get very few of the true images in our heads of the kind I am talking about, the kind which become more and more vivid for us as if the passage of the years did not obscure their reality but, year by year, drew off another veil to expose a meaning which we had only dimly surmised at first. Very probably the last veil will not be removed, for there are not enough years, but the brightness of the image increases and our conviction increases that the brightness is meaning, or the legend of meaning, and without the image our lives would be nothing except an old piece of film rolled on a spool and thrown into a desk drawer among unanswered letters.”—
All The Kings Men - Robert Penn Warren
one of the many wonderful trains of thought by Jack Burden
“I’m living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there’s a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air and sound and time and feeling are thick and dense.”—Audrey Niffenegger (The Time Traveler’s Wife) (via quotewhore)
When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart And when she was sad, I was there to dry her tears And when she was happy, so was i, when she loved me.
“Don’t you dare tell me nothing matters. Everything matters. Every fucking drop of rain, every ray of sunlight, every wisp of cloud matters and they matter because I can see them and if I can see them then they can see me and I know that there’s an entire world that cares out there, hiding behind a world that doesn’t, afraid to show who it really is and with or without you, I will drag that world out of the dirt and the blood and the muck until we live in it. Until we all live in it.”—I Wrote This For You