you didn't say goodbye

Being aroallo and lovequeer and yearning for a life partnership is an agonizing existence because like how do I explain to alloroses that I want a non-romantic, intimate, life partnership that has sex but no it’s not romance despite how much amatonormativity has taught you that such a relationship looks to be romantic at a surface level and also most aroallos only want fwbs and non-committal hookups and while I do nod my head and tip my hat in solidarity I can’t help but feel a sense of dread and loneliness that I’ll never be able to find someone who wants the same kind of relationship I do.

Sometimes I look at the highway and want to cry. Each car contains a person, with their own lives, their own loves and heartbreaks. There's so many people, yet we're so far apart

Do you understand the world as I do? Do you ache and hope as I do? I wonder why we'll never meet.

in another universe, i existed loud enough for you to hear me

there is something so disheartening about being the youngest sibling. it’s being too serious and no one seeing it. it’s being full of unconditional love but it being an expectation. it’s being so grateful but never having said thank you though you know you did. it’s being a real human person but whiny and immature if you point it out. it’s having people who were present for your formative years and having none of them remember.

There are different kinds of losers in the world. The best you can do is be a kind one.