the fun thing about getting to know yourself and your sexuality is to look back on your childhood memories and think
that was really fucking gay
"I miss you. I do." She whispered over the phone.
“But if I spend all of my time waiting for you, whole seasons will pass without me noticing, and you may be beautiful, but you will never be more beautiful than the first snowflakes of winter or the summer light cascading through the windows.”
"I could wait for an eternity if only I knew you were coming," she said, "But time is precious, and darling you are not worth the spring blossoms. You are not worth the autumn leaves.""