just another sad queer genz

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literally nothing happened i just have plans to go to a gay club with her tomorrow and what am i supposed to do when we’re both crossed and dancing close with the lights low

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no, no. i do not believe it was worth it.

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DOES ANYONE ELSE FEEL THE BLINDING WHITE LIGHT OF DREAD AND DESPERATE SADNESS ENCROACHING IN FROM THE EDGES OF YOUR VERY SELF?

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YEAH ID SAY SO

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yk what. fuck it. i’m proud of myself for getting in the shower.

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bc yk what. maybe it’s easy or even relaxing for other people. but that shit? hard as fuck to me. and i still did it. that’s pretty cool.

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yk what. fuck it. i’m proud of myself for getting in the shower.

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i’m a bit drunk and i’m a bit high and i just wanted to say i wish that things were different, but i am so grateful for my own laughter. it feels the only way to make it through.

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I let myself believe I was gonna marry you.

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In the middle of the worst relapse of my life rn what’s up w u

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She watched me break myself in front of her and hand her the pieces saying “is this enough for you i will kill myself to see you smile”

And she said

This isn’t you. You have always been enough

What you believed was love was never love.

This is love.

And she held my hand as I grew a new skin, brighter and more whole than before.

12/10/22, 11:22 pm

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from the floor of the shower, a dialogue in pride month: - maybe if i were different, she would hate me less - maybe if she were different, she would love me more

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Never had the sex talk but did have the "if you need abortion care I will break the law to get it to you" talk with my 14 year old niece

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The heartbreak of being your queer daughter.

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dear body,

i’m sorry, dear body, for hurting you when i am low. i’m sorry, dear body, for wishing you weren't mine. i’m sorry, dear body, for hating you. i’m sorry, dear body, for wanting you dead.

thank you, dear body, for giving me arms to hug my friends tight. thank you, dear body, for giving me fingers to pet dogs on the street. thank you, dear body, for keeping me warm when i shiver. thank you, dear body, for letting me run and yell. thank you, dear body, for dancing to my favorite music. thank you, dear body, for keeping me safe even when i didn't want you to. thank you, dear body, for loving me even when i hated you.

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Tumblr is more worried about me than my own friends but hey that's life right

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in the last week ive overdosed in both alcohol and nicotine and ive cut too deep and i didnt eat for three days and i stayed up all night bc i couldnt face being alone with my thoughts and im not trying to die but i dont particularly care if i do either and i feel like this is the best its gonna get for me

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“I feel that I’m losing the most beautiful years of my life.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to his sister written c. March 1912

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When tomorrow starts without me And I