woe to the grooveless plorn

Imagine being the gays at a pride event in 2004 living their lives when someone grabs the microphone and announces to the room that Ronald Reagan was pronounced dead. Can you even imagine the hype, the celebration, the pure elation

This is the Pride Month that It will happen. I feel it in my gay bones

forgotten middle child syndrome the number 68 stuck between her funny number siblings 67 and 69. is this anything.

"i look forward to hearing back" implies a beautiful world that runs on sense-direction combinations. i smell sideways to tasting up. i palpate inwards to listening diagonal, so that i can hunger clockwise

it's crazy that buffy managed to not notice spike was in love with her for so long. i really want to know what she thought was going on with him in the first half of season 5 when he was lurking behind that tree on her front lawn every night for months and transparently trying to maneuver her information requests into pseudo-dates. she showed up at his crypt to ask him about the two slayers he killed and he was literally like "i'll tell you my entire life story if we go to the club and you buy me dinner" and she wasn't even suspicious.