What If Instead Of Having Spell Slots, Each Time We Cast A Spell, We Have To Eat A Proportional Marshmallow?

I am so sick and tired of being the second choice.

I talk to you and introduce you to my friends! And what do you do?

You only ever talk to them.

But when you have a class with me and not them, I suddenly become your friend again!

You leave me out of group projects.

Even when theys said 2 or more.

Nobody ever chooses me.

I am the consolation prize.

Now you may say "I would choose you!"

But you haven't.

And you wont.

Stop with the lies please,

It makes me hope.

Me: *dehydrated as fuck*

Me: I don't wanna moveeeee

My brain: get water idiot

Me: I w I l l s u f f e r

Me: you say romance isn't dead

Me: *cocks gun*

Me: lemme fix that for ya.

The Crown of The Unwilling

My crown is one forged of blood.

Blood of innocents, criminals, lives that could not be saved, It is blood all the same.

However,

This crown forged of blood, Was not forged by me.

Rather it was forged, Then forced upon me.I

could not stop it.

They said

"You alone are worthy of this honor, Now you must earn it."

I thought it was to help, That I would be given a title to live up to. Something like a hero.

I was wrong.

They sent me to kill.

To destroy.

They told me

"These people whom you must end, Are terrible, Horrible, Monsters that would kill us all if left unchecked."

And like a fool, I believed them.

They told me I was a savior, Stopping the world's end!

They told me,

"This is your reward"

As they drained me of myself, My humanity.

My innocence.

When I next awoke, A crown lay on my head.

I was propped on a throne, Unable to move, Unable to speak, Unable to do anything at all.

Like a statue.

I was trapped there, Until she came along.

She did not need to hear my voice or words, To know I was unwilling upon this throne.

She saved me, She ripped the crown from my head, And cradled my limp body in her arms.

She told me

"You'll be alright, I promise it.

You won't die in such suffering, You will not die here."

And I stared at her, Tears rolling down my cheeks.

I was free.

I hope she does not blame herself.

I hope she doesn't mourn.

She could not look at me, She just hugged me, As tight as she could.

I took my final breath,

And the quietest,

"Thank you"

Brokenly echoed in the hall.

She gave me my freedom.

Now,I just hope she lets me go.

Trust made of dust and bones

Trust is like a chalkboard.

Covered in words and phrases and actions, Written with a chalk made of dust and bones.

It's easy to erase, But the chalk is so hard to make.

I always used to wonder, Why didn't we use ink instead?

Write it on paper? With the ink made of blood.

Its more permanent, It lasts longer.

I think I understand why we use chalk now.

Any mistake made in ink can never be fixed.

It can be hidden, It can be covered with more ink,

But it's always there.

We have to work hard to make the chalk, When ink is so easy.

We have to treasure the chalk, But we don't worry about the mistakes made in it.

The ink made of blood is far to easy to make, Far to easy to write with, Far too easy to mess up.

When you mess up once, It can never be fixed.

With chalk, You can just wipe it away.

Spilled ink is forever ink astray.

just got hit with a wave of pain

L I f e s u c k s

In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

EDIT: Well this got a lot of attention! I got a few users asking to print or repost my art and I am unimaginably grateful to everyone's interest, especially since it's a really simple drawing I made on a whim haha! Anyone who is looking to print these out to hang or hand out or repost on another platform is free to do so, although I ask you to credit me and let people know it's from my Tumblr profile! If anyone wishes to do anything else with my art or post and wants to clarify what I consent to then they can message me privately and I'll explain! <333 all my love to my queer siblings

EDIT: I made an LGBTQIA+ version with a focus on trans and intersex folks, it's on my pinned if you prefer this version of the acronym.

guess who just learned two Italian cuss words?

*gestures to myself*

This person!