I used to think this scar marked me. But lately, I’ve realized I’m free to determine my own destiny, even if I’ll never be free of my mark.
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center.
A long time ago, there used to be fish in the waterside that would swim by quietly. They swam freely not bound by anything. I think you’re just like one of those beautiful fish and I want to swim with you.
coming out to your parents by saying swiggity swag guess whos a fag
will u still love me when im no longer young and ok looking