He was the most alive being I’ve ever met and it makes no fucking sense.

Opening the door I keep thinking “better watch out or he’ll try to make a run for it” but of course he never will again

I can’t sleep without remembering how he would burrow under the blanket with me

I can’t sit in my office without thinking of him on my computer or my lap

I can’t have breakfast without recalling him racing downstairs when he heard the yogurt container opening

yep and it’s awful every time 😵‍💫

at least her homophobic man was just like, “ew” & moved on instead of twisting himself into knots trying to prove it’s not gay. be brave enough to say “that’s gross” instead of working yourself up to simultaneously 1) be hateful and 2) make yourself look like the bigger person. Can’t have both.

Reportedly enjoys “tumbling” with other men? just friends.

Finally after a long discussion she was like, I won’t read the primary sources bc they aren’t true bc I won’t believe them.

I just want to know what it feels like to be so committed to living in delusion.

Happy birthday! 🎂

Sapphic, wlw, and queer are supposed to include bi, pan, and other non-hetero women. That’s why they exist. Instead of endlessly debating whether, eg, a lesbian x bi woman love story is a “lesbian love story”, we can sidestep the exhausting discussion and call it queer.