inkskinned:

and i didn’t get it, how people can be so courageous, because i get nervous in bars or any closed space without an obvious exit; get nervous when talking in class or turning in a test or watching a movie; i get nervous when i’m on trains or walking down a dark street or following directions

but it was you and i and you’d just said a good joke and i really like the undercut; you wear it well. you’ve got this infectious laugh that’s so quick and easy; it fills whatever it touches so gently. when the man starts yelling at us i watch you throw back your shoulders and say. well, fuck, buddy. i’m just trying to walk here.

i’ve never seen somebody grow so tall. all that force of you suddenly turned to steel, to stone. i had a flag like a sword at the back of me. i think i felt it grow warm. i looked at you and i finally got it, you know, because the look that went between every person in rainbows watching was the same one you wore: i fought too hard for the grip i’ve got. just you try. just you try to take this from me.

not now. not when i’m happy.