Amazing and bizarre night of queer talk, art talk, theatre talk, memories talk, adolescence talk, tentative tendril talk and all those things I’d told myself so many times I’d never have.
I never feel quite so perfectly human as when I am with you, T. Happiest of birthdays to you, and thanks for holding all my little hearts.
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There’s this little moment when my heart actually tries to leave my chest because there is not enough space for how full of love you make it. Thankyou. Also please stop it is painful.