Summer reading, on a German FKK beach. Bliss.

All the light we cannot see

my mum says you’re never lonely with a good book

fantastic reading

Now, during Pride, I find myself returning to these lines from Ocean Vuong’s poem Not Even This: “I used to be a fag now I’m a checkbox. The pen tip jabbed in my back, I feel the mark of progress.”

Currently reading 📚🏳️‍🌈