I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people
How many slights forgiven.
But you see, there is
a graveyard in my mouth
filled with words that
have died on my lips.
You know something I found interesting?
Is how when people meet dogs, they’ll say something like
“He’s so cute!”
And the owner will shyly respond with “she’s a girl, actually”
And the person will apologize and IMMEDIATELY start using the right pronouns.
So my question is,
If its so easy to do with DOGS why is it so fucking difficult to do with trans people?
"Noise ranks as the number one gripe of restaurant-goers nationally according to a Zagat survey, and it is the complaint submitted to New York City’s 311 hotline with the greatest frequency. … Even if these complaints are just cyclical resurgences of an age-old problem—the ancient Greek…
I smell like maple bacon from sleeping next to you
That’s how I feel every time I leave the bar I work at.