'Wake up' she says in the littlest voice. It's a gentle request rather than a demand, and it leaves me unable to be as annoyed as I'd sometimes like to be. Not that she uses this power overtly. Then, I think, she might soon run out. 'All right, button.. What is it?' I mutter, pushing my covers aside. 'I need to use the stove.' A quick wash-up later I follow her downstairs. The setup in the kitchen tells me exactly how urgently the stove was 'needed'. She's measured milk into a kettle with two mugs, which now sit on the counter, cocoa powder put in. A spoonful for me, three and one sugar for her, peppermint for both. She sits by in her pyjamas, frizzy head drooping. Only after we both have a steaming mug in front of us, do I address the offence 'You know, hot chocolate isn't really an emergency. I mean how early is it, anyway?' She shrugs. 'At least we'll get ya to school on time..' 'There's no school today.' I acknowledge her with a hum. Looking out the window, where white fluff is still floating around, I slowly come to the realization she's waken me, so that we could do nothing, together, for as long as possible. I point this out to her, scoldingly, but the twinkle in her eyes says she knows I'm not mad. I put the mugs into the sink with last night's dinner dishes, and pour water into the emptied kettle. I figure since we're up before the alarms, we have a few hours to waste for pleasure.
All the guys I like are gay, all the girls I like are straight.
Life, why so hard?
𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖆𝖘𝖐 ‘𝖜𝖍𝖞’ 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊.
Some days I will look into the mirror and see a stranger. Or looking back at me might be someone I've been searching desperately on another day, yet now grieve to see. It is not that I'm a stranger to myself, my soul I know, but these expressions, they don't belong on a face I'd read as mine. This form betrays me. These feet can't carry, and this voice can't say.. it frustrates me. And I search. I run these fingertips across it, sometimes enjoying bits of it, sometimes wondering if there's somehow I might mold it to better fit. But the truth is there's nothing much wrong with the body. I might admire it even, were I not trapped in it. But it doesn't feel like it should belong to me, doesn't feel right on me.
There is always a way, but sometimes it's better just to leave it unwalked.
We thought we were immortal.
We thought we couldn't be undone,
Not by anyone.
Least of all any man.
Made a small batch of these #teamfox stickers, since ya folks really seemed to like them :3
Material: 15.4 mil. PVC (weather-safe)
Size: 6cm wide
Prices:
10 stickers at random 18€ 25 stickers at random 30€
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laitetaas tännekin..
Black Weekend -kamppiksena 24.-27.11. ilmainen toimitus tarrapaketeille Manner-Suomeen
10 kpl. 18€ | 25 kpl. 30€ | n. 100 kpl. 75€
Jos saadaan varasto myytyä tyhjäksi, arvotaan lisäksi kaksi kymmenen kappaleen pakettia seuraavasta erästä tilaajien kesken. (Jokainen käytetty 5€ oikeuttaa yhteen arpaan, esim. 18€=3 arpaa, 30€=6 arpaa jne. Voit kuitenkin voittaa vain toisen palkinnon.)
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mie: *koittaa myydä tarpeettomia vaatteita pois*
tori: Valitse sukupuoli
tori: *ei anna valita kategoriaa/julkasta ilmotusta ilman sukupuolta*
mie:
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