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Think timothée chalamet red carpet moment bright red sparkling backless pantsuit okay it’s like skinny twinkish straight maybe but it’s unclear nails painted chipped a little not afraid to carry a cow print tote bag to the farmer’s market buy strawberries and little cakes okay not straight def not poppers in my cross body bag with orange butterflies against ultramarine blue striped shirts and chelsea boots in touch with emotions cry a lot too much maybe vibe with the wives and girlfriends more than my brothers and cousins

I’m friends with the coolest girls ever bi boys on tinder say

I’m the best of both worlds makes me cringe but maybe there’s some truth used to be tall now on the short side of average bro tanks at the gym bc biceps don’t bother to hide my scars anymore hard-earned shirtlessness my brother sees a cute girl at the bar he wants to talk to but she likes me better sorry we gossip the rest of the night maybe I’ve got superpowers of insight and understanding nah just know what girls go through I can be anything ghost tattoo late bloomer blossoming in explosions of color

I am every shade of blue electric periwinkle baby blue center of my aura my arms open full wingspan stand up tall

I know butterflies are tired of carrying the weight of the transformation metaphor on their paper wings but it’s fitting here