When there’s a million more miles to roam,
I think of the life left for me back home:
A “paradise” to watch their “greener grass” grow,
and all the time to feel alone.
if you are gonna refer to a trans* person as “he-she” or “it”, don’t talk to me, don’t touch me, don’t come near me, don’t breathe the same air as me, don’t breathe at all, thanks
Nails - I Will Not Follow
Fuck the sheep who tell me how to live.
I wasn’t born to follow or swallow anybodies shit.
It’s pretty cool that I see myself