Near a tree by a river there’s a hole in the ground where an old man of Aran goes around and around and his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night, for a strange kind of fashion there’s a wrong and a right but he’ll never never fight over you.
I got plans for us, nights in the scullery and days instead of me I only know what to discuss of for anything but light, wise men fighting over you.
It’s not me you see pieces of valentine with just a song of mine to keep from burning history, seasons of gasoline and gold wise men fold.
I got time to kill, sly looks in corridors without a plan of yours. A blackbird sings on bluebird hill thanks to the calling of the wild, wise men’s child
1. I do not need to be reminded 3 times that you straight girl have a boyfriend.
I mean, why do you think that I would like you in the first place? and even if, do you think I would not respect that? and, does that mean that you straight girl can have a crush on any men, but i can’t have a crush on any women because i’m gay? (by the way, i don’t, because i have my preferences also)
2. No matter where you go in the world, people might discriminate you because you might be different from them.
This is so fucking SAD. Imagine if we looked all the same, if we acted all the same. Wouldn’t that be the saddest thing you have ever heard of? We are humans. All other characteristics should be an accessory, not a condemnation.