|| anna, zae/zem/zaer. queer, 17. detectives, lady prisoners, and plants.

is this gonna be the night i stay up and rearrange my whole room. is that tonight

  1. me: what's my desired aesthetic? wow that's a great question; i'd say sensitive gay jock from the '50s
  2. officer: i asked to see your license and registration
i'm not gay. i dont have the right. is there somewhere i can turn in my queer card or

the secret society of queer librarians has a room in the basement of every local library where u can turn in your queer card, renew books, and pay overdue fees

i may be an agender pan-demiromantic asexual but im gay as fuck