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this coffee tastes like i can still have a beautiful life

will it be like this forever

Love takes practice. You won’t always get it right on the first try. You’ll love too hard and trip over your own feet. You’ll love too quietly and they won’t hear you. You’ll love just right and they won’t appreciate it. But you’ll never stop loving, and you’ll grow in your understanding of love until it fits just right. And one day someone will see you and be so happy to practice loving with you, it will all be worth it.

"I'm fem-presenting!" "My presentation is masculine!" "I present androginously!" well I forgot there was a presentation today and it's too late to put anything together

assigned baby at birth

all babies are bastards

[text ID: “Hope is the small hole cut into the honest machinery. The milk crate is still a milk crate, but with the right opening, a basketball can make it’s way through. If I am going to be afraid, I might as well do it honest. Arm in arm with everyone I love, adorned in blood and bruises, singing jokes on our way to the grave” -end ID]

*goes insane thinking about romance*

Becomes incredibly awkward and shy when actual romance happens.

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