being queer is such a strangeand subtle, raging and colorfulthing. every day, the person ithink i am…
do you know that feelingthis feelingwhen you have the most beautifulglass orb at your fingertips?like…
tw: abuse
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i’m sitting here munching,crunching on a handfulof lemon cookies,and let me tell you, these things are marvelous.
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tw: traumatic experience references
rain in the city in the summeris a humid blanket seepingin the window cracks and downthe back of my shirt in drops…
one summer night, tonight,i lie in bed, breathing in heatand breathing out dust cloudsof thoughts i’ve had a thousandtimes…