The fact that they're not even mine and they still take up a massive chunk of my mind, pretty much 24/7? That's just- I don't know how to cope with that.
All that aside, I died the other day because they gave me a goofy grin at the bakesale I helped with, so that's.. well, that just made all the feelings denser, honestly.
Anyways. Happy pride month guys, because whatever god exists knows that yall are not straight. Or at least ally enough to be happy for us gays.
Love ya <3