I live unconventionally, and I surround myself with other people who live and love outside of convention as well. I am lucky. I am lucky that I am not burned or killed or harmed or even remotely persecuted for living life as I do. I am lucky to be alive. My life is shaped and crafted after my own dreams; I live a beautiful life despite the fact that I live it an a way that is completely unacceptable socially.
I enjoy the benefits of “normal” despite the fact that I do not live normally; I am privileged with the experience of living as a privileged person despite the fact that I do not even ATTEMPT to fit into a single one of the “boxes” that I am “supposed” to. I am LUCKY. I have screamed “fuck the world” with no repercussions. I am blessed by the universe to have been born with a radar that tells me which things I have to do in order to do the rest as I like. I am GLAD. I laugh every day, real, REAL laughter.
And I have surrounded myself with those who love me and are glad for me, and with me. There is always SOMEONE for me to laugh with. I have been given the chance to live life on my own terms.
I HAVE FUN. EVERY DAY. What more is there? And I am able to spend all of this time, and have all of this fun, with the people I love best in the world. I am able to create this beautiful life EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY day with those that I choose. I AM HAPPY. THANK YOU, WHOEVER YOU ARE, IF YOU EVEN EXIST,for making my life a wonder… I WAKE UP EVERY DAY AND THINK: THANK YOU.
THANK YOU. This is my definition of success, and I have accomplished it: Mine is a life I can own.
When people on your dash aren’t speaking your language but it looks interesting:
Especially when it has like a million reblogs.
