I feel like a lotta us could use reasons to be hopeful.
I know that I would like a few.
Plenty.
As long as we’re alive, there’s a chance at that 1% of changing the world. And even if we get snuffed out, the memory of us will carry on to the next generations. The dream of better within our hearts is something that can’t be snuffed out so easily. Those 100 years ago probably wouldn’t have thought we’d get this far, with trans individuals being recognized. We will fight as hard as we can and keep demanding better, until better comes. The rulers of this world will blast themselves to bits before they crush us completely. Energy doesn’t die, it transforms.
And eventually, that energy will transform our world too.
Not really :(
Getting so close to love and then getting it torn away without a chance at closure took away all my hope
