Oh, my moon, are you reading this? When I saw you again I stopped thinking. Your hair is different. I don’t like your boyfriend. When I danced with you I knew: we and these steps fall so naturally. You smell like when I left you, sweet and raw and of a dark night we should have gone farther.
A petite love we should have held on to. You in my arms and our laughter and the haunting of a room. Our past chattering: this is what you lost when you let go. You silly bitch. You fool.
Why wasn’t it us. I can’t remember. A love half-known. How cruel.
I won’t speak for all liberals, but I’d like to see a future where it isn’t a big deal for a woman in full modesty garb to sit next to a drag queen in NYC. It’s become a bit of a sensation, but her and I were just existing. The freedom to simply be yourself in a sea of people who aren’t like you is a freedom we all deserve.
The central irony is that this isn’t some hypothetical future–it’s just present day reality. This is a picture of two ordinary people going about their normal lives despite how haters want to politicize it lmao. So the underlying message is not “future liberals want” it’s “people conservatives want to eradicate”
the underlying message is not “future liberals want” it’s “people conservatives want to eradicate”
The freedom to simply be yourself in a sea of people who aren’t like you
not to alarm anyone but if u look at the moon with one eye and then close it and open the other one you see another identical moon a little bit to the left. why has science covered up the existence of this second, secret moon? we are the people and we demand answers
Parallax, my friend
thats a stupid name. it should be called “moon 2″
So I’m not doing NaNoWriMo, but I got inspired to look through some old docs of mine to see if I could do, like, an Editing November. Cuz that’s a thing.
I found something that I originally intended to be a short story, and it’s currently at an unfinished 445 pages. Past me was an ambitious SOB
We all are stardust 