benefits of living in a lighthouse
- no fake friends, just real friends (the only ones who’ll come out to your godforsaken lighthouse to hang)
- lots of stairs so u dont need a gym membership
- when u look out the window and sigh mournfully it’s Cinematic Depression not just regular depression
- minimum requirements: 1 large dog, 17 cable-knit sweaters, 1 mysterious but tragic past, 2 pair fingerless wool gloves
- increased likelihood of mermaid encounters
- effortless windswept look, complemented by soft lantern glow
- free salt scrub
*raises hand* I don’t identify as butch or femme or tom or doe or anything. Can I be shabby lighthouse bi? Can people do, like, a rotating winking light gesture with one hand: “oh, Elodie, she’s a” (wink wink) “lighthouse bi”
And instead of stressing over looking like a startled potato hedgehog in menswear or makeup, I can just lurk with a five-mile gaze in my knitwear, rumpled and windswept and silently salty, no sorry I can’t come to the gay bar, I have to stare at the gay Ocean for Job Reasons
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