i saw the words “ur not the first person in your lineage to be queer” and it’s rocking me to my core. how many generations down the line did one of my ancestors feel the way i did, feel differently than i did and so damn queerly it was a crime? how many of us were there? did they have hope? did they find peace? i don’t know. at the very least, maybe i am proof their identity was never wasted. reincarnated.
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sorry i can’t talk right now, im doin hot girl shit.
*dissociates for thirty minutes because i heard a dish clatter in the kitchen*
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@ the water that drips down my arms when i wash my face and makes a big ass mess: fuckin fight me
reasons I’m still on this hellsite:
1) nowhere else I could find posts this specifically relatable
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