Wait Me Cause I Posted Something Just Like This

i wanna be her when i’m older so bad

real

just me and my heating pad against the world

do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets

her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.

remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.

thank you, Marsha. we remember you.

yes, bill, i will♥️

lana rey, will you serve me lemonade?

i spent another homecoming in the corner, you’d think i’d know after all the other dances - it’s never fun, im never asked to dance and i end up following someone i barely know like a lost puppy all night.

as i walked the ghost town of hallways listening to the clacking of my heels, i twirled my long skirt and i danced with the moon because even if it was alone, someone asked me to dance.

i remember at 10 i’d thought i’d have it all in high school, but i don’t have a license, or friends, or anything. as i still hold out for a first kiss and a first date, i’ll remind my younger self that if even for a moment, the moon wanted to know me. i danced to the quiet and my shoes sound, and the night loved me.

life lately

i’m just a girl🎀

Both. At the same time.