Ah Shit Sorry Man I Didnt Mean To Spill My "aro4aro Friends With Benefits Relationship" All Over Your

Your jumper

So I know I haven't posted anything for a while, I've been a bit busy with Uni work to write anything new. However, I have had some creative writing assignments and created some OC's. I was quite proud of this assignment I did and I'm currently working on another one. TW: talks of suicide, suicide of a family member and self harm scars.

I’m wearing your jumper. The one you left on my doorknob that morning. The creak of floorboards woke me up, but I turned over and dove back into a dream. It’s weird knowing that the last time I saw you it was a shadow slinking down the stairs and not you jumping on my bed to tell me about the book you’ve been reading or smiling after you beat me at cards. Your jumper stills smells of lavender and sea salt and the sand won’t leave the crevice’s of your pocket, like you won’t leave the crevices of my brain. I want to scrub you out, get a scourer on all the grooves and maybe it’ll hurt less. Scrubbing every memory of you every thought you gave me, every lesson. Losing my brain rather than losing you. I want to forget all the stories you told me to get me to sleep, I want to forget the nights we stayed up star gazing, I want to forget that you never lived outside of this hoodie, but you left it that night.

The sun rose again, the birds sang once more, and the waves continued to crash against the rocks. The sky was painted with pink and orange hues that night, tonight the sky was stained purple as it gave way to bright glistening stars. The hunter, Orion waves his club, the Pegasus spreads its wings proudly, Cassiopeia clutches to the north pole in an effort not to fall off her throne. I hope one day you find your way to the stars; I can look up at you and tell your story like you used to tell me theirs.  The world kept spinning and the stars still shone in the sky everything kept moving. I had to keep moving too. I’m getting up, I’m listening to the birds singing, I’m watching the sun rise and set with each new day. I’m watching the moon go through her cycle her silver face turned to me and her amber smile comforting me the way you used to. She is reflected in the water that you greeted as an old friend; you threw open your arms as the waves did too.

The scars you left on your arms, your thighs, your face. I wonder if they stung when you hit the sea spray. The white lines dig in and create grooves in your skin like a record player going round, playing the same song over and over. Your life plays out in my head and the record goes round on the turn table. It’s your favourite, the one you barely let me touch for fear of breaking it. Funny that a song meant more to you than your own life. Although lots of things meant more to you than yourself. Your skin and blood a sacrifice, it drips, drips, drips. You didn’t care about yourself, your life, your blood, your soul. You cared about me though. That why you left me your jumper, right?

Aro culture is, okay fine i did enter a romantic relationship for research purposes and damn I aint doing that again. I don't know how to explain it, but it (a romantic relationship) somehow is very strange to me and i dont know where my repulsion is coming from. I could do exactly the same things without getting repulsed as long as it isn't explicitly labeled as ronantic. Mission failed i guess because getting into a relationship just gave me more questions.

So uhm yeah i still don't know why I'm so damn repulsed BUT i am not repulsed somehow if it isn't labeled as romance. Lmao wth is up with me🥲

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Some sketches that I actually got around to finishing :)

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im tired of people having these little nuances like i was talking about the word hate and i said “i hate nazis” and my friend was like hmm hates a strong word. for nazis ? no the fuck it is not. i could use stronger words too. i could curbstomp their sorry asses. i hate nazis and you all better hate nazis too

Aro culture is awesome!!! I love being aro!!! Like wow it’s so neat that we have community. I felt alone for so long but!!! We are everywhere if you’re willing to look hard enough!!!

ARO POSITIVITY BEAM.

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"A world without trans people has never existed and never will"

Poster spotted in Olympia, WA

rb to have a very aspec 2025

pro but only if its after you finish cereal and slurp it up like left over soup even tho cereals a fucking chowder

are y’all pro or anti drinking milk

Oh that’s a thing?

aro culture is having a friend-crushes. I mean I have regular friends, and those who I consider my close ones, but also there are people towards which I feel intense "oh you're so comfortable, I want you to be a part of my life forever".

for the longest time I believed it was a crush, but, oh wow, turns out you have to want to date them, kiss and have sex, not just do science papers and cook together

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You ever follow someone and then find out they think Dumbledore is a hero. Immediately unfollowed. Their art was nice tho.