Booty small or is it the dysmorphia? (I‘m serious)

This queerling is the most helpful person I’ve ever met. And we met on @collective! We’d been chatting here for some time. When I landed in Toronto, they drove me from the airport to my Airbnb. They invited me to their Thursday vegan potlucks, which was a great way to meet new queers. They offered me an apartment to rent in the house they live in. I lived there all by myself. They helped me navigate Canada. And when I was sick. And many other times. And they drove me to the airport on my last day. I wouldn’t have made it without you. Thanks a billion for everything, @biscuit 🏳️‍🌈🩷

No

Heartbreak like I’ve never experienced it before. Boy it hurts💔

don’t mind me, just a boy posting his first shirtless photo after finally getting his brain together and achieving a 4st weight loss

Finally watched Call Me By Your Name only because I went on a date with a guy who looks like Timothée Chalamet

There are still things I want to tell you. Small things, mostly. A plant I finally learned the name of. Something stupid one of my cats did. A sentence I heard on the street that would have made you laugh. A tree somewhere in Berlin carrying fruit, the kind we would have stopped to inspect as if discovering it ourselves. Sometimes something happens and my first thought is still: I have to tell you this. And for one tiny second, you still exist exactly where you used to. Then I remember. There is nowhere to send it anymore.

Do people date anymore? Or is everyone just players?

Was to late to get eclipse sunglasses so I had to improvise. Wish me luck.