In a friendly conversation, the topic of gay/bisexual individuals emerged.

I personally have nothing against gay/bisexual people because you are who you are and nobody should make you feel bad about your life and what you do with it, but a disagreement erupted.

Me (straight): My opinion, is that there is no such thing as being bisexual. You are either gay or you are straight. I realize that yes, you can have relations with either gender, but I feel that if you are intimate with anyone of the same gender regardless of still being linked with someone of the opposite, you are subjected to still being gay.

Friend #1 (straight): I believe there is a such thing as bisexuality. You can desire the intimacy of either genders because yet and still, the love you have for one does not override the love you have for the other.

Friend #2 (bisexual): I see where you’re both coming from, honestly. Plus, I use the terms ‘gay’ and ‘bisexual’ interchangeably. I guess being bisexual is more complicated than being just gay or straight. I mean, some days I yearn for the touch of man and the thought of being with a woman doesn’t interest me. Other days, I desire a woman and have no passion for a man. Then there are those days, I just want to f**k the s**t out of either. Either way, we have the most fun.

Then we all laughed and came to the conclusion that we’re all humans and that it really doesn’t matter what anyone categorizes themselves as lol

Is it possible to cry without tears?

I didn’t fall in love

But I fell in some pretty deep like…

I know you don’t love me

You only say it for fun

But I like to hear your sweet little lies, anyways…

I hate you

I hate your cockiness

I hate your fucking superiority complex

I hate how you’re such a damn brat

I hate your spaced out, ugly ass gapped teeth

I hate your fucking wavy hair

I hate your damn bronze skin

I hate your motherfucking intelligence

I especially hate your hairy ass arms

Don’t even get me started at how I hate your fucking stupid ass long name

I hate how you’re so fucking rude to me, but literally cry if I so much as tell you to “shutup”

I hate how you’re smart and dumb at the same damn time

But most of motherfucking all?

I hate how I love all those things about you.

Screw you, my African Boy. Screw you…

The Darker the Berry, the Sweeter the Juice.

The Darker the Flesh, the Deeper the Roots.

Ezra Miller…♥

Kendall is gorgeous

People are so intelligent, spiritual, and interesting on social networks…but then you meet them in the real world.

You knew I liked you

You smiled, but never said anything back

We’d exchange glances and leave it at that

One day you hugged me and touched my hand

I knew it wasn’t real

It was a sick twisted plan

If you hugged me, she’d give you a kiss

For that quick, brief moment

I believed in the bliss

I wanted to hate you, but I breezed it through and let it go

Eventually, I got over it and remained cool, though

Then summer time hit

I forgot I even liked you,

You were my second crush by then

I didn’t think of you at all over our 3-month school break

That’s until I saw you in the hall after our break was over

You didn’t have to scream nor did you call

You glanced at me with those eyes and gave me the biggest smile

My heart fluttered

Was I over you?

What could I do?

You held the eye contact and I took a small breath

“Hey,” I smiled

“Hey,” you responded.

We bumped shoulders and continued on walking

I think I’m kind of over you

Maybe we needed that 3-month summer time break…