Do you ever think of all the queer people of the past and feel love fill your heart and even tho we’re centuries apart their is a connectedness there that links us together no matter how far or long it’s been
i hate it when people ask me “what are your interests in life?” dude i have no idea. i cannot explain. i’m not a person. i’m a collection of miracles, bound together by both sunlight and darkness. i’m also much more than that; i am a story, a home, a wolf that howls in the night. i’m the comet streaking through the sky on the way to do good and bright things.
