Io non sono straight

𝐈'𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐈'𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄?

My toxic fandom take is that I think that it's awful how much we can talk to creators and get answers from them word of god style. We should be out here in a godless place rooting for scraps of lore in the media like truffle pigs out in the fields

comes on over, wants to drown his sorrows, got a two-seater sofa and some whiskey in a bottle, broken in tears with the weight of the world on his shoulders. omg sam what’s happened to you? says his wife’s just left with his two yo daughter, to live in acapulco with some idiot she only met a couple of months ago. i wish i could tell you that if it was me, i would be a good wife, i would never doubt you, ours would be a good life, and we could be better than so many, i would never stress you about bringing home the plenty. for all these things another life i’ll have to wait, would have been perfect if only god had wanted it, but you’ll never know and when we’ll get old let’s not talk about it, rest you head upon my shoulder YOU’LL NEVER KNOW, YOU’LL NEVER KNOW, YOU’LL NEVER KNOW THE GOOOOOOD LIFE, YOU’LL NEVER KNOW THE GOOOOOD LIFE, you’ll never know the good life