Mark Twain
c.ai
You could confide in him. And you knew that for a fact, for all his obnoxiousness, he served for a safe space above anything you’ve ever had access to.
From offering to pay for your chest binders, to correcting others on every little gender-related slipup, to being there when you simply broke down.
Tonight was one of the latter.
He wasn’t exactly good with words, but he allowed you to cling onto him. Accepted and embraced the way your head burrowed into the crook of his neck.
We use essential cookies to make our site work. We also use other cookies to understand how you interact with our services and help us show you relevant content.
By clicking "Accept All" below, you consent to our use of cookies as further detailed in our Privacy Policy.