This is for fat anxious queer girls.

She could even crack jokes about her sexuality without needing to open a PowerPoint presentation of how her attraction worked. They just understood.

She called it Love at First Makeup Collaboration.

Using humor as a shield had been her go-to solution to ignore her emotions for a long time.

June whipped out her phone from her purse. She realized then that she hadn’t touched it for the past fifteen minutes she’d been at Selena’s. That must have been some sort of millennial achievement, right?

June shrugged. She was self-deprecating. It was part of the package.

“This is surreal. I usually must explain. Most often it’s to allosexual cis het people but it’s also nice that another queer—Sorry, is it okay if I use that word for you? I’ve reclaimed it, but I shouldn’t assume you have too.”

June wanted to kiss Selena’s nerves away.

“Hey, you’re okay. I’m the one oversharing. I’m a chaos.” “A pretty chaos,” June blurted.

The pins were magnetic and holographic, two things June loved

But!!!! I believe!!! U are 2 soft 2 b single Shelby: Tumblr 2010 called, it wants its bad texting style back.

Did it worry her that it might become something romantic? It did. It scared her shitless.

Overwhelmed? SelenaSClarke oh!!! yeah! always it’s a perpetual state of mind for me… esp around cute makeup artists… artist... singular… [smiley blushing emoji]

June checked that she carried her keys, her phone, and her wallet one last time and pet her boys.

June couldn’t believe that her crush is a gay who could drive. Oh wow, her crush got even bigger.

anything wrong?” June turned a critical eye to the clothes in her hands. “No, no. I’m just—it’s nice. To be able to borrow someone’s clothes without worrying about the fit.” She thumbed the t-shirt almost lovingly. June felt a warmth, not like the one from embarrassment, rise in her chest. She shrugged and took a swift exit.

She inched her pinky until it touched Selena’s. Romance novels, which June gobbled up in her free time, all told June she should feel electrocuted.

“You’re so right, girlfriend,” she murmured, and June’s eyes flew to hers. “So, we’re using that? We’re girlfriends?”

June felt a pang in her chest. Sure, she appreciated her free time like any other introvert but letting Selena go felt like letting go of the good feeling. She didn’t like it.

One specific look had June covered in the same pattern of dots, the same pattern of Selena’s dress. The posts drew some attention but funny enough, the followers called them “Gal pals” which was endlessly ironic to them.

“Seasonal depression.” They shrugged, not meeting June’s eyes. “You mean yearlong depression?” June tried to joke. The lack of Shelby’s usual scoff was alarming. “Potato, potato.”

I’m excited that you and I belong to us.”

June’s eyes ate up the lacy bra, down Selena’s belly, which was soft and rippled with stretchmarks, very much like her own. Selena’s thighs were so lovely and thick June wondered what they’d feel like around her shoulders.

“Then yes. Comfortable describes us so well. I have fun with you but also know I can be myself which is just a bear in hibernation.”

“I think your mom is hitting on the waitress,” Selena whispered and June grinned. “I think so too,” she replied.

“You’re letting anxiety talk, now. You know I hate that bitch.”

“Sweetie, all anxieties are bitches. But we are anxiety’s bitch so… we’re not even the boss bitch,” they explained with a wise look.

Girlfriend???? Holy shit Selena is seeing someone??? Sapphic queen!!!! Reveal to us ur wife