I would hug him again and say I’m going to fucking fight for us. I’m so deeply sorry and my heart is aching that it’s happening again.
But I’ll think of you while I fight.
Hopping on this app one last time to remember my friend Brett.
On November 6th 2016 we held each other and cried. Him a gay man, me a woman- knowing what was going to come from the promises of Trump.
He passed away from leukemia last year but if he was still here right now-
Tuesday schedule
8:30
soy latte at local drag brunch
9:00
vote for Kamala 20 times
11:30
get abortion
1:00
vote for Kamala another 50 times
6:00
vegan dinner with interracial gay polycule at comet ping pong
9:00
another abortion
“My humans can be gender fluid all they want but God fucking damnit my food better stay the food it was assigned at birth” -@AgelsfyPierce
Do NOT feed Chelsey a steak made of cauliflower you get one warning
once again i have woken up on the 24th october and gandalf is not sat at my bedside saying “you are in the house of elrond, and it is 10 o’clock in the morning on october the 24th” so what is the point?
Friday night I blacked out and sent my group chats long incoherent messages begging them to watch the Domingo SNL sketch and graphically describing the things I wanted to do to a sandwich