a new kind of angel has come to earth it's called transgender woman in her 30s
for a transgender woman your 20s are for struggling and suffering and clinging to the tiny scraps of joy you've foraged. they're for watching your life burn down and then rebuilding it and watching it burn down again and wondering if it will ever stop burning down. it doesn't feel like it will ever end, but after lying in your despair enough times you will start to notice that the scraps you've been collecting are forming a modest little pile. and, though you're left again with nothing but those little gold flecks, they are what will form into your halo when you turn 30
I love you



















