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CW: Self harm

I’m in a London gay bar in the daytime

Watching a drag queen mime eating out a tiny lesbian, apparently it’s her 35th birthday

Winner Takes It All blares out the speakers

The lesbian and I have the same haircut

My heart leaps with a dumb, soaring validation

I always feel closer to other people than I should, only for the most insignificant reasons

My girlfriend is sending me a facebook message

It’s telling me about her self harm attempts

Now her ex is taking her to the doctor

Isn’t it funny how the emotional distance between two places (people) only manifests

After real-time travel? Haha

The drag queen splashes water from the bar and slides across the floorboards, her wig goes flying

I’m trapped in between two feeble messages and a wall of noise

‘I love you, I hope you’re ok <3 <3 <3

Do you want to talk about it?’

The queen stands between my table and the street, I can’t say anything more

It’s squeezing the air out of me

I’m not going to get a reply for a long time, I know that, it’s fine

Queer culture has fucking seened me recently

What’s up with that

I’m looking to fill my lungs in the bathroom

On the overground train too

Heading???

I take a selfie at the sink because my phone matches the tiles on the wall

This distance is not temporary, and I’m still scanning to get some goddamn free wifi networks close by

A message seen is a message read

I’m exhausted

It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok