the intimacy of sharing. of tasting drinks without worrying about waterfalling. of trading sweaters. of leaning in, connected by the wires of my 2016 earbuds. of sharing not just objects but space. your head on my shoulder or my feet up in your lap. of sharing not just space but time. of both of us losing sleep just to talk for 15 more minutes. of sharing not just time but knowledge. the “i wasn’t supposed to tell anyone but” and homework help. the intimacy of letting someone hold a piece of what makes up your soul. maybe even letting them keep it. i think about it every time i let you borrow my pencil.
shoutout to the guy in my ap environmental science class who started losing his shit mid practice exam cuz he didn’t know the difference between independent and dependent variables.
fish i don’t have the attention span to read that and im not even a goldfish. what is happening in ur head.
the inherent sadness of growing up alongside boys. watching as they are consumed by all the wrong lessons their fathers teach them. no, please don’t grow up. i miss the boy you were before your father hit your mother for the first time. before he screamed and you screamed back. before he said it has to be like this. i still love the memory of you. why must the wind beat down upon you and form you into a tree forever marred by the conditions it was forced to grow in. can i bring you back? shelter you from the wind? i guess i’ll never know. we’re both too grow to go back.
got offered a mint, a coffee, homework help, knitting lessons, and an edible today. all before 9am. high school.
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Intro Post:
Hello everyone!!!
Before we get started I thought I should issue a WARNING:
this introductory post is the best grammar you will ever receive from me unless I am posting explicitly about writing. Other than that I will sound like a raccoon who was given a keyboard.
I’ve created this blog to showcase a variety of content including (but not limited to):
- Writing
- Music
- Books
- Art
- Many different fandoms
- Memes
- Cats
- Stories from my life
- Random updates
- Mental health awareness
My pronouns are they/them.
My name is not to be disclosed here. If I gain followers I’ll have them vote on what to call me.
Thanks. 🫡
emo as bitch
Your secrets stay safe with me because I don't have any friends to share them with.
im literally so hot (sleep deprived, dehydrated, lost in the daze)
Woah mama women are amazing
so um. turns out i am not cartwheelable. today has been long.
ideas, art, fandom stuff and shower thoughts. think about a group of gay neurodivergent teens sitting in an empty classroom room at lunch. that’s what this blogs energy is. asks open. please ask.
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