Had a panic attack at work last night and this clerk noticed and he got really close and said “hey look at me, just you and me” and then kept talking like normal and I looked away again and he stopped and more firmly said “look.at.me.” and it made me a lil wet ngl
Yeah this guy blew my back out this morning, follow your dreams everyone
He has decided he’s gonna do a fortnite emote after every time we fuck actually maybe reel your dreams in a little
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.”
i found my group soon after that and i never saw that queen again but to this day i am convinced i met an angel.