Always keep your heart locked tight
Don’t let your mind retire
Oh, but I just couldn’t take it
I tried hard not to fake it
But I fumbled it when it came down to the wire
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To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.”
(i miss my sweetheart)
Shout out to the homeless queers youths, jailed trans women, queer people of color struggling with intersecting oppression, and poor rural queer kids who survive homophobic abuse from their communities while Katy Perry gets recognition for their struggles.
“Perhaps it is difficult to see the value in having one’s self back in that kind of mood, but I do see it; I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.”
– Joan Didion, “On Keeping a Notebook”
if you find terms for queer identities confusing, arbitrary or unimportant then you’ve probably never had to experience how terrifying it is to not understand your own identity, or the relief of finding a term that helps describe you
i keep thinking “what should i do tonight? i don’t have any plans” but then i remember that i do have plans: american horror story is on tonight.