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I wrote something today and I think it’s really nice. Please read? :)

Ascending up the side of a hidden hill in a discrete corner of some forgotten countryside was a set of stone stairs. They ran up a gentle slope, sheltered by green hedges standing silent like centenels; little twigs of thorns protruding like swords protecting from a threat unknown. The staircase was untouched. The extending branches of a blossom tree created a canopy of reds, ochres and warm oranges that absorbed the large droplets of rain as they tried to slip through the cracks between the leaves to peek at the top of the stairs.

A soft glow of light, thin enough to sneak past the guarding leaves, created a spotlight at the top; encompassing and warm. The small stone cottage it’s subject. Presented like a trophy upon a pedestal, the cottage was tinged a silent gold. It was silent, any previous rustling of the wind or pattering of tiny rabbit feet ceased as if to worship the cottage.

I moved up the staircase slowly, the serenity that washed over me warmed me against the cold chill of the breeze that carressed the ends of my hair and the tail of my coat.

I reached the cottage and the smell of freshly brewed herbal tea and warm scones danced around my nose and settled in the back of my throat, inducing a childhood nostalgia for mums fruit cakes that evoked a bittersweet pang of emotion.

The cottage itself was small, possibly 4 rooms, with two large bay windows framed in white and a pastel green door with a golden handle worn by time. Wildflowers of yellow, purple and pink stretched from the ground and grazed the bottom of the window frames.

“Anna, hurry up!” A soft call from the bottom of the steps drew my attention and I ran back down to join Clarke. When I had turned to get a final look up the stairs, the cottage was gone and all I had left was a nagging sense of longing that is still deep inside me today.

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bisexual representation is so consistent in the media. sparse but consistent. because there's not a single bi character in the media that isn't a total dumbass or an utter disaster and it's consistent with real life too

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Call me by your name🍑✨

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“What women wear. What men wear. For me it’s not a question of that. If I see a nice shirt and get told, ‘But it’s for ladies.’ I think: ‘Okaaaay? Doesn’t make me want to wear it less though.’ I think the moment you feel more comfortable with yourself, it all becomes a lot easier. A part of it was having, like, a big moment of self-reflection. And self-acceptance. I think it’s a very free, and freeing, time. I think people are asking, ‘Why not?’ a lot more. Which excites me. It’s not just clothes where lines have been blurred, it’s going across so many things. I think you can relate it to music, and how genres are blurring.” Happy 26th birthday, Harry Styles!  🥳

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Okay..um…So I recently came out as bisexual to my family…If you think Bisexuals are actually valid…please reblog…I’m trying to show my aunt - who told me what I was wasn’t a real thing, and I was only going through a phase - that I am valid and what I am is a real thing.