On Friends And Soulmates And That Type Of Love That Feels Like It's Going To Burst Right Out Of Your

I know the whole canine motif has been worn to the bone, however I have felt a lot like a mean dog lately.

Love May be in my near future we Might be so back

running from my own life now

i'm really turning some time

looking up to the sky for something

i may never find

I wish my friends knew just how beautiful they are

I have a confession:

I hate being in my room all the time. I want to be anywhere else but here. Selfishly, I wish people would invite me over more often. I want to sleep in any other bed but my own. But it doesn’t make too much of a difference, my bad dreams follow me no matter where I go, I suppose it just feels less lonely.

God made me a trans man because he knew I’d be too powerful as a butch lesbian

lay me down with the leaves and the moss. rest me by rotting wood with hidden mushrooms and beneath trees as tall as mountains. let the forest eat me alive.

I transitioned from a girl whose lips couldn't move fast enough. to a boy who the dance floor didn't love

The question is, I suppose, are you ready to accept it if it doesn’t come from where you want it to?

I think sometimes we become blind to the love we so desperately crave when it doesn’t come from the place we want it to.

The love was there, and is there, you just have to look beyond your desired horizon.

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