2/18/25

i like the little look of recognition between queer people we do- at least that's how i interpret it. for one split second you get me and i get you- partlu. you recognize me!!!!!!! hello!!!!!!! i'm like you!!! i love you and i know what it's like!!! you're not the only freak!! this often happens on the bus. they'll get on and i look up from whatever i'm looking at and we'll make eye contact: no smile or specific look, but i feel them acknowledging me and i try to show that i acknowledge them too. idk i could be reading too much into this, it just feels good to think you know someone knows you for a split second.

I FUCKING LOVE THE BUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i could write her a love letter... something something ellis island (poor tired hungry sick huddled masses etc.) way over yonder by carole king is about a bus IDK