CAPSIZED, ERRING ON THE EDGE OF SAFE.

I’m bowlegged & starving, but walking home happy.

Let this mark the moment when I felt freedom ring. I’ve got my laptop for pleasure & my guitar for pain.

Love’s a buried treasure, but I don’t need love to feel this way.

Grow a fucking backbone.

Don’t make plans with me just to blow me off & go with some other dyke.

I know she doesn’t like me, but come on, we had plans.

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How you can use your white privilege.