Choose to spend your whole life telling secrets you owe no one to everyone, until there isn’t anyone who can insult you by calling you what you are: you holy blinking star.
that we are truly not alone in this, that our veins are absolutely strings tied to other people’s kites, that our lives are that connected. That my butterflies are never gone,
My straight friends tease me because all my best friends are my ex loves, but a wise heart told me it’s the most tender part of queerness—how we’ve all lost so much family when we find people we call family, we’ll do almost anything to not let go.
