I love queerness. I love instant ease with a stranger. I love how we find each other, how we pocket together.
And these miserable fucks won’t kill our joy. They’ve tried to salt the grounds of hope and look how it blooms. It blooms every fucking time no matter what they do.
And these miserable fucks won’t kill our joy. They’ve tried to salt the grounds of hope and look how it blooms. It blooms every fucking time no matter what they do.
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