Hey here’s the thing: this day began as yours and it’ll end as yours. It’s always like this. Some parts are total shit and others are constellations of incomprehensible brightness. It’s all yours. You put the parts in order from least to most importance. You compartmentalize and ignore and fantasize and settle and plan and plot and work through it all, all the time. You have always done this and you always will. You are the steadfast real thing that keeps your heart beating and your mind spinning — you you you. Every fleck of gracious bold shocking hilarious energy you send out is absorbed by someone, something, somewhere. Not a single fucking thing you’ve ever done has been for naught.
It’s outlandish that we’re all here being this big and this soft and this small and this important all the time, but we are.
Thanks for that.
Queer as in F*ck You
Saw This, Thought of You
— US Dept of Interior (@Interior) August 17, 2016