There’s an instinct when you move somewhere, I think, to carry with you an idea of home.
Being queer is being free.
Better luck next time, Champ.
“That’s your cue, Romeo!”
What if I can leave the past on the shore?
“LOVE IS REAL!”
“I kinda want to try one of those chicken sandwiches…”
When every piece of clothing you own is made for winter.
Time to examine the habit of self-judgement and move on.
“I love scarf weather.”
“I wanna be seen as who I am: A NON-BINARY QUEER FUCK BOY WITH POOR IMPULSE CONTROL.”
“I’m so tired of stark white classic movies being attributed to queer and feminist culture…”
“In this vacuum, depression increases the gravity by a factor of A Lot.”
I live an independent life at the cost of ignoring the baggage that comes with it.
“Can I even feel feelings anymore?!”
“I had no idea how much drinking masked my anxiety until penicillin.”
“Don’t ever fall for a straight woman.”
My mom is glad that after SO MANY YEARS I’m finally appreciating what she’d been trying to teach me my entire childhood.