When I say I want to be with you, I mean there’s a GPS in my heart and every recalculation takes me back to you.
BtVS, is still the most apt metaphor for being apart of the LGBT+ community that I’ve yet to see.
Since the election, I’ve, honestly, been checked out. No news. No twitter. No sharing my anxieties and fears and frustrations online or face to face.
Are you Team Angel? Are you Team Spike? Are you (God forbid) Team Riley?
“The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me.”
“I opened the Buffy fan guide I’d been waiting for. And at the back of the book, in the cast interviews, the gloriously bitchy Charisma Carpenter (Cordelia!) was saying that adult life is basically high school.
How shocking is that for a kid!”
Some days, I’d trade in all this emotional intelligence to be a cow just grazing along. Happy. Content. Not crippled by anxiety. Totally unaware that I’m about to become someone’s dinner.
You taught me that the hardest thing in this world is to live in it.
Ross would have been that guy who is so grateful to be with you…until you start growing or changing or just, you know, embracing who you are. Then Red Ross would reappear. And that’s not cute.