so tired of being queer in texas & under my radically religious parents’ roof.
“that’s the only time you’ve dreamed of me?”
“i don’t dream.”
“everyone dreams. you just don’t remember. like how you don’t remember the color of my eyes. or hurting me just to ask to be let back in again.”
i don’t think he’s ever been properly loved.
depression makes everything feel so grey. the color has been sucked out of me & my world.
it’s your birthday
i want so badly to hold you
to suffocate you in kisses
to tell you
with me
you’re always wanted.
“i definitely miss you more than any one person in particular.”
this aged so well… my mom just recently told me that this same aunt is bisexual.
she def has gaydar and i def alerted it! :)
thinking about how my cool democratic aunt bought me a book about a girl with internalized homophobia in an extremely religious town, that literally entirely applies to me.... do y’all think she knows somehow🤔
i want to punch you
and punch you
and punch you
until i’m too tired
to do anything
but collapse into your arms
i’ll always remember her as the girl who played till her knees bled
who swung till the swing creaked
and who loved till her heart broke
i have an eclipse father
he’s rarely home & when he is it’s only physically
but in the summer
in the summer he’s my protector, my sweet father
he rides roller coasters with me
and teaches me about the world
but then fall rolls around
and again i’m left cold