For the second year in the row, the LGBTQIAP+ family will get together for a virtual Pride Month collaboration!
Coffee & Pride | #WrittenWithPride Challenge proudly presents!
We make the opening with coffee and cut the red belt with pride.
Spring i...
The land of love has no boundaries to those who've got the heart of a child. Hera sat on the bench, watching her nephews play with Olivia. Olivia was too pure for this world, too kind. Everything Hera herself wasn't. Olivia approached Hera, asking her to join them. Hera shook her head, declining. Not giving up, Olivia urged some more, smiling, extending her hand out to the other woman. Looking down at Olivia's hand, hearing her nephews' calls from the swing set, Hera gingerly placed her hand in Olivia's. Both women's hearts stuttered when their gazes met, knowing something else had blossomed within them as they made their way to the swing set hand in hand.
Dance with Coffee & Pride
PhoenixDavenport →Never Kiss Your Coffee (Never Kiss Your Roommate)
TheDoryWriter →Harry Potter and the Goblet of Coffee
#WrittenWithPride Three years ago while travelling through plane and my neighbor was this 25 years old girl. I like talking, so naturally, I started a conversation and soon we were telling each other our secrets. It's crazy how easy it is to share your secrets with someone you know nothing about. I came to know she is lesbian and she is having suicidal thoughts as her family won't accept her. I was sixteen then and let's just say my advice wasn't very helpful, in fact, they were very childish. We stopped talking after that and to this day I pray to God to give her more power and hope she didn't do it. Sometimes I wish we would meet again so I could tell her that no matter what people think of her, they can't change who she is. Some people may not see her for what she is and accept it but it's not their views that matters, what matters is what you think when you look at yourself in the mirror.
Ik ben vandaag op weg van ellende naar geluk. De regen landt als kleine bommen op het zand. De golven worden beschildert met cirkels. Schuim glijdt het strand op. Naar hoeveel geluk ben ik op weg? Mijn haren plakken tegen mijn hoofdhuid. De wind jaagt in vlagen opspattend water tegen mijn schenen aan. Donder rommelt in de verte. Hoeveel ellende laat ik achter me? Misschien moet ik wat ellende meenemen naar geluk; ik weet niet of ik nog wel zonder kan. Het tikt, de regen. Rond mij loeit de wind. Op het water onweert het; donder jaagt in woeste vlagen achter de bliksem aan.
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