You wrote a novel about a demon falling in love with a human. Then, you summon a demon in order to get “real” feedback and constructive criticism. To your surprise, the demon laughs at your work.
I hateee the "Mandela effect" no dude alternative universes ain't shit its just humans have piss porn memory get over it
Eddie, wake up.
“Hm? I—I’m awake. I wasn’t sleeping”
You were sleeping.
Eddie drags himself up to a sitting position, dazed and bleary in the pre-dawn dark. He looks over to check the time, but the glowing red characters on his alarm-clock’s display are apparently having trouble gathering their wits. He glares and squints at them, which seems to intimidate them enough to organize themselves into legible numbers. He immediately collapses back into his pillows.
“Christ, it’s four a.m.,” he means to groan, though it comes out more like a whine than he’d have preferred. “Of course I was fucking asleep.”
I have been watching television, Eddie.
“Oh, great,” he says covering his eyes with the palms of his hands. “Anything interesting?”
I have found bad guys for us to eat.
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Whenever anybody gets on how they think cats are horrible because they don’t shower you with easy-to-read physical affection I’m left wondering how much respect or understanding they can possibly have for fellow human beings who don’t all fit their exacting social standards.
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Life happens around you when you're in the closet
You learn the word gay and you see the flags and you know one of them is yours
And everyone else around you is living their life while you figure out which one is which
Who am I attracted to
What are my pronouns
Am I attracted to anyone
Who am I
And the friends you know who have a handle on how to express themselves well
They're having their first kiss
They're going on their first dates
First girlfriend first boyfriend
First anniversary, meeting the parents, learning what it's like to have a significant other
You're fighting all these terms inside your mind
And you don't even know which word fits you so how do you tell someone what's going on
How do you get help if the people you're supposed to be able to turn to aren't for certain safe
So life goes on outside the closet you're looking from
One day you'll join, I promise you
I promise you because I have joined life as a queer person and there's so much of life to live little one
One day you'll live in the sun as your full authentic self and you will be okay
It took years and years for me
Past middle school pubescence, past high school struggles
Past college for me
Past early adult years
And let me tell you
There's comfort in the closet but the truth in the light of day will feel like home, you'll see
We'll all be here when you're ready