My name is Alexis, and i'm basically a 19 year old frat boy stuck in a 20 year old #mixed lesbian girls body.

“All I’m saying is, there’s a reason why Sporty Spice is the only one without a fella.”

Dearest Gilly,

Sometimes I feel there’s a hole inside me. An emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. And the moon tonight, there’s a circle around it. A sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still, sometimes when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don’t know. Maybe I’ve had my happiness. I don’t want to believe it but there is no man, Gilly, only that moon.


Beaches (Bette Midler) - Otto Titsling

I know every word to this song, inflection and all, and had forgotten about it til it came up on my shuffle last road trip (yes, it’s on my iPod, shaddup).