today my coworker was like “i’m gay” and i’m like “yea me too” and his eyes light up because that moment of connection when u find another one of ur kind in a desolate heterosexual wasteland is absolutely pure n beautiful.
I’m not superstitious. I believe in plenty when there’s reason and evidence to believe. I don’t believe in anything I can’t see. I feel like there’s a fucking axe hanging over my head. I can’t see it, but I believe it.