Jan 1, 2019
Starry Enby (My own type, but anyone’s welcome to it)
(Sorry for lowkey stalking your blog but it’s really sweet and calming to scroll through)
Always goes to the Ren Faire every year, their room is a mess of fandoms, keeps little mementos of everything, looking out the window on long car trips, humming songs you remember from years, dancing by yourself, wanting to go but not sure where, sleepy cuddles in the morning, a mess of song and poetry idea scrawled in a note book somewhere, shaky hands, driving out to the middle of nowhere to watch the stars.