Dicks Out Friday

pick! your! fic!

i’m such a slut for a big header on a post. idc. that is me starting my letter to send to you in the mail. i am saying hello.

to the point:

a poll on my next work (s?)

VOTE NOW ON YOUR PHONES!!!!

in fairness all of these are like. halfway done already but the projected sizes are wildly varying. please feel free to ask for more context! if i don’t get many votes i’ll probably just dick around with a bunch of different pieces till @parallasso gets up my ass about one of them lmao

feelings cancelled. can’t believe letting yourself feel cancels a crashout. shit’s gas. i will not let myself go back to what hurts me and im literally so sexy swaggy cool for that like what i’m so based.

GRIND NEVER STOPS

new chapters are up for “it’ll be alright” :)

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CALLING ALL GAY PEOPLE AND JRWI BITCHES

Queen you haven't been posting I'm very much concerned ‼️

Why would I be posting? This website sucks and everyone is stupider than me

Thanksgiving is tomorrow. I have decided to make a truce with my evil aunt, uncle, and evil baby cousin. I also plan to make sure my whole family is Non Binary by the time I leave

more diaryposts because gxd is dead and this is my internet

i think maybe i am not afraid of love. i am afraid of the way i learned it. i am not afraid of parenthood- i want to be a father more than anything. i am afraid of the way i learned it. i am not afraid of boys. i am afraid of the way i learned to be one, to love one.

i spend my pocket money on liquor and show tickets and inhalants. i do not cut my hair. i wear ridiculous outfits and watch dirty movies i was not allowed to as a child. i am alive, alive, alive. i am living. i do not have to be liked. i do not have to be good. i do my best to be kind. it is enough.

i think he is good enough. i think i am good enough.

maybe it’ll all be good enough.

maybe it won’t be and i’ll be thirty. maybe is not enough. you cannot build a life on a maybe. you cannot rule beyond reasonable doubt when working with a maybe. you have to sit with it, and let it decide. a maybe is only a maybe for a time. sooner or later, it becomes a choice. a choice is good enough to build on, to carve into a life, to forge into a future.

what is enough is my gentleness. gentleness and goodness are two brothers, cut of the same cloth, but one of them is a god and one of them is a man. i am a boy. i am becoming a man. i have to make myself reach for the man, not the god. there is no sin in gentleness. i do not need godhood. this, here, now, is enough. gentleness is enough.

1.5hr drive plus 1hr train plus 2hr airport wait plus 2hr flight plus 2hr flight plus 1.5hr drive today. good thing i’ve never been normal about anything in my life ever.

Suns out. flowers are blooming. birds are chirping. yaoi shit is happening to me. maybe it'll all be ok

also song of solomon 6:3 (the neon orange line) is “i am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.” and it was the very first connection i drew. it doesn’t get the smeary-edged overlap every other overlapped line does. i just wanted to say that. because it makes me insane.

hey is this anything

(fated relationship chart)