i will do a lot of things but admitting im cold to my mum who told me to bring a jacket isn’t one of them
Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don’t always notice it at first but you’ll see that ‘brown’ no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own.
getting more aroused by music than by people
i remember when i was younger and had just started identifying as queer. I got really upset if someone dropped comments like “oh you can just tell that they’re gay!” because of how someone acted or dressed. i’d argue that “your clothes doesn’t matter! queer people are just like everyone else! you can’t tell someone’s sexuality by the way they dress!!”
nowadays i get offended if someone can’t tell that i’m queer by the way i look