‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ᵀ͟ᴴ͟ᴱ͟ ‍ ‍ ‍𝕼UEEN ‍ ‍ in ‍ ‍‍‍𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠.

you say run, they run. you say swim, they dive in. you say light a fire, they show up with oil. but whatever happens, it's. on. you.

ᅠᅠ ﹙ ... ﹚ she will give me 𝓼𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 sons, 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘆 of the 𝖎𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝖙𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞. ᅠᅠ

oh, my sweet spring fawn, i did no such thing. accusations are not my style. i make sweeping generalisotions and wait for somebody to dip their toes in.

if the boot fits.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀.. ⠀ * ⠀ 𖣠 ⠀ ˚ ⠀ #🪄͟ ⠀ 𓂃⠀ ˖

something touched me， lightly， like a knife—blade. i felt i was bleeding， though just a little， a hint. inside i flared hot， then cold. i thought of you. whom i love， madly.

it would be a hundred times easier if we were young again.

hello, gay people.