Does Anyone Want To Read A Short Story About A Trans Kid At The Age Where You Don't Have A Word For What

I don't think you understand

THIS!? *pointing at my partners beautiful face* This is perfect. THIS is what I think about as I lay down to sleep. This is... A masterpiece. Some may even say the greatest creature ever made. Some is me. I'm saying that.

I love you, and I'm going to explode

Me fr

I am big scary wolf

i'm gonna tear off your arms and eat your organs and-

oh

hold on

yes

pet me

petpetpetpet

auhgjejekjd hehehe

Dunno if this is a response to op or me, but regardless

Yesyesyes

I am big scary wolf

i'm gonna tear off your arms and eat your organs and-

oh

hold on

yes

pet me

petpetpetpet

auhgjejekjd hehehe

One thing I don't like about it getting colder is that the back of my neck prickles like my fur wants to escape, but it can't. It itches >:

I just want my winter coat damn it

Images that make me think of home.

Sometimes I miss sleep

Not what I do every night, not what I'll continue to do for the rest of my life. I miss sleep.

I miss the slow process of laying down, with the buzzing noise of my childhood friend's TV or the distant sound of the train.

I miss my little sister telling me she could hear Rudolph on the roof or asking me for a story.

I miss the feeling of falling into sleep, and I say falling so literally, as I can still identify that familiar drop in my stomach before I succumbed.

I can still picture that same image of myself falling, not unlike Alice, into a never-ending tunnel of quilts, slowly until I headed off to my own wonderland.

I miss waking up in a sea of warmth, a hand, or a leg thrown across me, snores ringing through the room. Light hits my face from a window coated in dust. My pajamas are the same clothes I'd worn the night prior, that I'll wear again today.

I miss my childhood friend's mother softly asking me if I'd come with her to get breakfast for everyone. I don't have to put on my shoes.

I miss the feeling of falling asleep on the way to the donut shop while Green Day sings me a lullaby. The car shakes as we hit pothole after pothole, but it's still the best I'll feel for months.

I miss the way my friends mother will lightly hold a cold bottle of orange juice to my skin, the way she'll laugh softly when I shrink away from it.

I miss her asking me if I'm awake yet.

I miss answering that it's too early.

trick or treat? :3

Treat! I saw that you have an enderman and a dragon kintype so here's a grass block and a golden apple :3

The horrors are too soul destroying and harrowing to shit post about. I need to etch them into the sides of his urn, I need his ghost hanging over my shoulder, tellin' me, "Go get em son."

I need him to howl at the moon with me or some shit.

herd u wer talkin shit

Babeee, babe wake upppp. It's cold outside we gotta go stand ominously in a foggy morning field babeeee