I hope you find somebody who calls you beautiful like it’s your name and calls you just to tell you they love you and buys you flowers when you’re sad and always texts you back and has eyes for only you and treats you how you deserve to be treated
Sometimes we become so bound to a routine life that we fail to see the infinite freedom that awaits us behind it. So, take moments to exit this cycle. Feel the wind in your hair. The grass beneath your feet. There is much fresher air to be breathed when life becomes unbound from these shackles of routine.
Eventually you hit that point where you’re no longer interested in convincing people that how you feel and who you are is valid and decide that as long as you know your truth and what works for you, that’s what matters.
Gay/gay friendships progress on an entirely different timeline. One hour after the first “hi” you’re already spilling all your trauma
2 minutes in: Oh yeah I’m 5'6
12 minutes in: God I fucking hate my father
a week in and im telling you about dead russian czar’s preserved appendages
eventually, you learn each other’s names



