Pretty flowers and witty words

reblog for good things to happen to you

nothing has been more important to my being queer than when i went to my first pride parade, got seperated from my group, had a panic attack about it and was sitting on the side of the road holding a tiny genderfluid flag and freaking out. then this six foot five drag queen in four inch heels appeared from literally nowhere and sat down next to me. i, this scared-shitless trans bi kid at pride for the first time, very nervously told her she looked pretty and i told her my name and that i got lost and didn't feel like i should be at pride and she held my hand and said "oh, honey, everybody deserves to be here, especially you. pride is for everybody who's ever gotten lost, who's been scared of who they are or where they are. you think we never been scared before? pride's for you, honey, because you're scared. you don't have to be proud right now, but you're gonna be one day, honey, i'm sure of it."

We all are told that people change, friendships change, and that's life. But nothing prepares your tender soul for that shock. When a really close friend changes, it changes your world, ever so bitterly and ever so silently. You can't even mourn it properly because "Who cries over broken friendships? Lol, it's not like you were lovers." But you know in your heart how much it means to you. You know how helpless you feel, how cheated, and how absolutely broken. So you cry in dry tears, all alone, burning in that anger of "How can you ever change who we were? Who gave you that right? Don't you feel ashamed?" Yes, you feel that angry. But you don't fight. Why? Because it was SO naked. Even a blind person could see that you were being ignored, that you were being replaced, and that no one gave a damn about how it affected you. You felt insulted. We knew it. We talked about it how important we were to each other. We promised each other that we are family. And family stays family, remember? Family stays family. But was I your family? No. You just walked out on me as if it was a normal hi-hello. You broke my heart. And it's not that I did not try to keep it as normal as I could. I tried talking to you with the same laughter and smile. But I just could not. I could not just fake that emotion with you. It was like my soul was crying inside while I was trying to laugh with you. So I failed. And I started walking away from you. I wanted to share all those things with you as soon as they happened, like always. I almost picked the phone. But I did not tell you.