"i asked chatgpt" okay well i asked the weird gay court jester and he gave me a foreboding omen in the form of a riddle. we are not the same

will I ever be normal about apricots again

i love you beloved i love your love of beauty and art above all i love your unflinching convictions i love your biting wit and your stubbornness your lack of desire to compromise with moderates i love your love of the world and the people in it your compassion and passion and heart your fierceness of independence your carpentry your sense of self your humour and cheer and whimsy and kindness and tenacity. i love your love of love and your devotion and your insistence and doggedness in not suffering tyrants despots and profiteers of cultural heritage of all. i love you beloved. there is no one like you and there never will be again.

yk you've been reading too much rote when you step outside and your first thought is about fall's breath clinging to the last vestiges of summer. bitch just say it's 22 and sunny

i don’t know if i’ve ever wanted another pov in a book series as much as i want the fool’s pov

it’s really hard to say goodbye to summer when I know what’s coming (seasonal depression hitting me like a truck)