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i saw the words “ur not the first person in your lineage to be queer” and it’s rocking me to my core. how many generations down the line did one of my ancestors feel the way i did, feel differently than i did and so damn queerly it was a crime? how many of us were there? did they have hope? did they find peace? i don’t know. at the very least, maybe i am proof their identity was never wasted. reincarnated.

I'll like dating someone who will feel comfortable telling me everything, even the most insignificant thing. I'll be her friend, lover, and all. showing me things i never experienced before, having a lot firsts together. That's the kind of bond i want a beautiful journey. <3