Anyone telling you otherwise is either trying to sell you something or simply doesn't know
It's always about love. All of it. Every last piece of *waves aggressively at the sky* THIS!? It's about love. You, me, them, us, yesterday, today, tomorrow, here, there, everywhere it's all about love, it's always been about love and I know this because of the way love sings in these aching bones and dances across every burning synapse— it's a mirror to it all, everything. Love is all it's ever been about.
You could dance upon the tip of my tongue for days and I'll never know you knew and the sun sets a little later into you
Trans butch dyke, maker of things, teller of tales, author of smut. 30s
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