aromanticpicard:

sometimes aromanticism is soft. it’s the gentleness of cuddling with your best friend, just existing together quietly and peacefully, knowing that there is no feeling that could possibly be better than this.

sometimes aromanticism is angry. it’s staring defiantly in the face of a society that expects things from you, things you don’t want, and when they swing a knife at you, you bleed bright green.

sometimes aromanticism is sad. it’s the feeling late at night, when you’re alone and afraid that you will always be alone, the fear that you will never be anyone’s top priority because you don’t know anybody who wants what you want.

and sometimes, well. sometimes aromanticism is proud. it’s the adrenaline in your body as you hold that green flag up over your head, clinging to that word, that identity, and knowing that you are home as you yell, “I’m aromantic, I’m aromantic, I’m aromantic!”