i forget how gay i am until i see a girl and then i’m kinda like oh right
my mother must be so proud of her lazy, rebellious, anxiety-ridden, depressed, gay child
i hate sleeping alone. i guess at the end of the day i want to have someone who’d fall asleep with me, who i’d cover with a blanket in the night, who’d make sure i’m always warm, who i’d wake up with. i just want to take care of someone, come home to someone, have someone who’d care about me and who’d wait for me at home and someone i’d want to wait for, someone i’d want to keep a warm home for, someone i’d create a home with. someone who would be my home.