(via persuasivelanguage)
My uncle and grandma on their way to a pride parade in the ‘80s
(via coolcatcamorra)
How beautiful it is to care about something.
I laid in bed and started to have a panic attack last night. Its been awhile since ive had one of those. Its also been awhile since ive felt anything like this. I can feel the swirling vortex of nothing. The ectoplasm of ambivalence. Hazy days prayers.
I feel sad but im cleaning up my life one step at a time. I haven’t felt right in a couple months. The future is clawing its way back into my life. I’m working to welcome it with open arms. I never changed what i wanted, i just stopped working towards getting it. Ill finish my room tonight.
Logically it just makes more sense
Don’t look down
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