I passed a note in school - the teacher intercepted it likebEd Reed of The Ravens'. I didn't want to come out in a note, I didn't want to come out on Tumblr, I didn't want to come out period.
I don't think 'We should have to!
I didn't close the appstrophical quite because then it puts me back there👈.
I'm not going back there.
They call that place the closet. They called that place the place of old bones. They call that place a human ting of skeletons and dried up ghosts a ghoulin'.
They call that place : Darkness.
My love is not dark.
My love is not forbidden.
My love is not haunting.
My love is not abnormal.
My love is ferverent.
My love deserves reverence.
My love desires the skies.
My love needs the rewritten constellations.
My love wants no constipated judgment.
My love is...