we might’s well drink the brew.
Tag: coming out
Stop With the Boxes
please, please, please – don’t try to put me in a box.
Feeling the Feels
Feelings are foreign to me; at least feelings over which I don’t have some sort of control.
June 30
and now July can come to me /
my soul no more disjoint, it’s free
emergence
How long can that caterpillar stay in chrysalis before it dies and can never emerge?
