stories stretch in all ways

god i know im supposed to be happy about the result of this presidential election and ofc i’m relieved that the imposter was voted out but i really just keep thinking that it should have been ellen claremont. she fucking deserved this.

it’s a great day to remember that queerness can’t be measured and that if you are not cishet and allo and you identify with queerness, you are queer. mspec and aspec people: you are queer enough. yes, even if you mostly or only date people of the opposite gender. yes, even if you mostly are attracted to people of the opposite gender. yes, even if you are allo ace or aro allo and are also het. you don’t need to prove your queerness to anyone.

happy birthday to the dreamer of dreams and fighter of men. happy birthday to the boy who defenestrates noah, buys orange juice in the night with gansey, fist bumps blue for her suspension, swears at matthew and lets his feelings for adam overflow like an oil spill. who attends church every sunday, swears magnificently but is always being perfectly fucking civil, speaks latin fluently and knows the ancient greeks didn’t have a word for blue, drops out of high school because he was thinkin’ of being a farmer, who successfully wins over his crush by paying his rent and then inviting him over to wake up half-imaginary sleeping cows, and who says i love you like this: tamquam alter idem.

no more coming out.

i went to hear an author that i used to like speak a long time ago and the only thing she said that i remember was that she creates characters by writing the contradictions in them. they were not complete or well designed characters unless their personality was inherently contradictory.