Being a tiny speck of dust in this massive galaxy, is often what people fear. Fear of being so very insignificant and ordinary, in an extraordinary world.
But don't forget, you have your own galaxies growing inside you; just let them be.
So apart from the intellectual and existential wisdom now bestowed upon you, isn't being gay (happy*) an absolute delight? So yeah, 'carry on my gayward son'.
What even is this anymore. Anyways, take this ball of spicy hot love and have a slightly above average day!
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Story by Sayuri Deokar
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Obsidian hair & finger hearts~
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I am chaos, in its finest form; confusing, problematic and amplifying.
Everyone generally tries to avoid me...