Land of Paper & Stars
Here there be Star Trek, WTNV, Marvel, Elementary, LOTR, GOT, mixtapes, cute animals, good books, writing, knitting, attractive places, anonymous advice & a lot of sexual positivity.

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11 March
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Anonymous asked : hey you always help people out with their sexuality so, okay i am a girl and i would love to date and marry girls and adopt children with them that sounds like the dream but thing is i dont want to have sex with girls it doesnt appeal to me, i like guys but they just dont seem like marriage material or arent interested in me that way, for the past two years i have only been asked out by girls on the internet and i would love to be gay but cant because of my religion i am just confused

marrying a girl and adopting kids sounds adorable oh my gosh that’d be so lovely and I 100% support that idea. but!! not all relationships need to be sexual relationships! Feeling romantic attraction but not sexual attraction is typically asexual behavior! asexuality is where you feel little to no sexual attraction/drive, but instead have romantic and platonic relationships with people.

Of course, if you feel sexual attraction to guys then the situation is a little more complicated. but if you feel the same general, romantic interest to men as you do women, there’s a definite likelihood that you’re somewhere on the ace spectrum! and there’s no way you “can’t” be yourself. your religion might prevent you from being open about your romantic and sexual identity, but that doesn’t mean it’s a sin to be who you are. If your God made you, they made all of you. every aspect of your personality and composition and the people you’ll love and the emotions you’ll feel.

And I know it’s not so easy, juggling sexuality with religion, but I want you to know that it is never a sin to be yourself. In my eyes, it’s only a sin if you hurt yourself or others through your actions. So please, don’t hesitate to learn more and understand yourself for fear of upsetting people! And if ever you’d like someone to talk to, please don’t hesitate to let me know. In the wise words of Dr. Seuss, “Be who you are and say what you feel, as those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” u w u<33

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06 February
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I keep seeing pictures of Google&#8217;s logo but none of the quote beneath it, which I think is a crying shame

I keep seeing pictures of Google’s logo but none of the quote beneath it, which I think is a crying shame

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05 March
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yesthattoo:

“Mississippi’s first openly gay candidate for mayor is found murdered and his body dumped on a riverbank”

terror-tori:

twigwise:

presidentjonesco:

themanwiththebluebox:

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this angers me to no fucking end

oh my god

Oh my fucking god

why isn’t this shit ALL OVER the national news?

This deserves our attention.

(Source: sidneydear)

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18 January
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Day 28: Promise 
He promised he would come.
You stare down at your too-shiny shoes, the one that make you feel like your grand-pop, and you can feel the sting of tears threatening to blur your eyes. You bite down a swallow and try to subtly wipe your eyes.
Girls cry when they get stood up by their date.
Guys, however, aren&#8217;t supposed to.
He promised, and he&#8217;s not here, and god if that statement couldn&#8217;t summarize your entire life. 
Everyone always promises you, and no one ever comes. You hate it, hate it hate it hate it because no one ever tells you why. How do I fix it, you want to plead. How do I make myself better?
How do I make people stay?
But they never stay long enough to tell you. 
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You curl your fingers into fists, pierce little half-moons into your palms. 
(there&#8217;s year-old scars there. x-marks the spot, a nervous tic for every abandoning occasion)
You keep staring down at your stupid shoes and you keep circling over and over the topic in your head, trying, trying so hard not to swan-dive down into the nostalgia and the memories and every packed suitcase, every person who turned away without so much as a parting glance, a half-hearted wave.
You try not to remember how familiar you&#8217;ve become with people&#8217;s backs.
You&#8217;re vaguely aware of the heavy footfalls that are thumping closer and closer towards you, but it&#8217;s not until you see the edges of the Converse sneakers in the periphery of your (still semi-blurred, goddammit) vision that you become aware of the huffing breaths which accompany it. Slowly, you glance up. 
He&#8217;s hunched over, somewhat, stopped a few feet in front of your bench and leaning his hands on his knees. His blue eyes are squeezed shut, and his cheeks are flushed. His hair is more windswept than stylishly-messy today, and some small part of your brain realizes he must&#8217;ve sprinted. 
When his eyes flutter open, he meets your own and gives a wide grin.
"Sorry to keep you waiting!"

Day 28: Promise 

He promised he would come.

You stare down at your too-shiny shoes, the one that make you feel like your grand-pop, and you can feel the sting of tears threatening to blur your eyes. You bite down a swallow and try to subtly wipe your eyes.

Girls cry when they get stood up by their date.

Guys, however, aren’t supposed to.

He promised, and he’s not here, and god if that statement couldn’t summarize your entire life. 

Everyone always promises you, and no one ever comes. You hate it, hate it hate it hate it because no one ever tells you why. How do I fix it, you want to plead. How do I make myself better?

How do I make people stay?

But they never stay long enough to tell you. 

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25 August
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