I’m waiting, I’m waiting
You always leave me hanging
Paris is Burning (1990)
I used to follow this kid on tumblr
He was a few years younger than me and sometimes I would message him and have short conversations. I didn’t even realize we lived in the same city until I saw him in my local record shop. But I unfollowed him one day because he posted too much gore, and I don’t think he follows me anymore, and I haven’t seen him in town anywhere. I sometimes wonder if he’s okay. *shrug*
Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo, Crying in the rain
It was a kind of so so love, and I’m gonna make sure it never happens again
This is my story for the dislocated
Who want to love but who turn to be hated
Because the lies of the spirit possessed you
Because the eyes of your lover resist you
