Fun fact: punk males are just as horrible as your usual males. They claim to be so against the system but when I point out how the system was literally built in the favor of men and that punks should be against patriarchy, they suddenly feel fucking offended and get defensive.
I hate it when I say “suck my dick” and people say “oH bUt yOu DoN’t hAvE a DiCk” you fools. Blithering idiots. I mean my soul dick. My metaphorical penis. I don’t have a physical penis protruding from my body but the aura is there. Suck my spirit dick, peasant.
I was going through my old texts and it's a really weird sensation to think about the time where I met my friends without knowing how close we were going go be. Like, two years ago a girl joined my group for a project at the last minute and now she's the first person I go to tell everything that happens in my life. There's this guy I got along with for three days at a field trip and then didn't talk to for months, now he drives me home after hanging out and I ask him questions about his life. A guy from one of my classes who knew my name sat next to me one day and I was embarrassed because I didn't know his, today we have a dynamic I don't have with anybody else.
It's simply astonishing to think how the most intimate people in my life started out as strangers.
it makes me very insecure to be reading a fanfic and have it say that the characters break a kiss for lack of air because??? i do breath when i kiss??? does that make me a bad kisser??????
i know i abandoned my last series but if there's someone out there who's also hyperfixating on eddie or robin and still trusts on my ability to write, i'll take any request.
what i mean: when i broke up with my last boyfriend and tried to return all the gifts he gave me, my mom didn't let me because it was "insensitive". when we were dating, his love language was gift giving and i, a writer going through serious economical difficulties, decided to start writing him letters. when i wanted to return his presents, the truth i couldn't bring myself to tell anyone was that i wanted to ask for my letters back. not out of pettiness, but because the things i wrote were so precious to me and no longer his, i wanted them back. i placed my soul in sheets of paper and gave it to him, everything, with no protection, no fabric to cover my nakedness, from the valleys of sunflowers he first fell in love with to the deepest, darkets parts of myself. i wrote about the child i one day dreamed of having, i wrote about how i saw myself as a monster. i'm a writer, my words mean everything to me. they are my words, mine. but my moment of entitlement to them didn't last long enough to be an ass despite my mom and having my letters back.
four months have passed. he probably already got rid of my letters. they're lost forever. i lost my words forever.
(Fantasy, Witches, Vampires, kind of Harry Potter-y, Romance, TW for mention of suicidal ideation/self-destructiveness, abandonment, foster care, neglect, murder/violence, gun violence and relationship issues in the second book. It has some heavy topics but is written in a pretty light tone.)
2. Red White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston-
(enemies to lovers, about the son of the President and the Prince of England getting into a fight, they have to fake a friendship to fix their PR situation, TW for being publicly outed and semi-graphic sex scenes, also often politically charged discussions)
3. Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller-
(Ancient Greece, demigods, exile, TW for war/violence and tragedy, homophobia, bad parenting)
4. The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakavic-
(It’s about the mafia/college sports and happens to have a compelling queer storyline in the process. Demisexual main character and other gay characters. (slow burn, it’s a trilogy and the romance doesn’t happen in the first book) TW for a lot of things, it’s about kids from broken homes and the mafia so there is abuse, self harm, murder, police intervention, organized crime, drug use, assault, rehab, all kinds of weapons, manipulation, slurs, etc. The second book has mentions of r*pe (not extremely graphic but it is mentioned a handful of times and there is one semi graphic scene), and torture. It is a great series but it has heavy content and is not light reading if you go in unprepared.)
5. The House on the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune -
(MLM, fantasy, found family, heartwarming romance, magical creatures)
6. Heartstopper by Alice Oseman-
(MLM, graphic novel, slow burn, coming out TW for anorexia, self harm, suicidal ideation, homophobia)
7. The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater-
(Fantasy, about a secret private school, slow burn)
8. They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera-
(Bisexual Latino characters, whole story takes place in 24 hours because at about midnight- aka the start of the book- they get a phone call saying they’re gonna die, TW for death, family in hospital, violence, police intervention, and foster care)
9. Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo-
(queer characters (but no romance in the first book, TW for graphic depictions of violence, ableism, mention of abuse, mention of sexual slavery and assault, imprisonment)
10. The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee (Historical Fiction Romance, Travel/Journey, Best Friends to lovers, MLM characters. TW for abuse, homophobia, racism, suicidal ideation, alcoholism, depiction of epileptic seizures, gun violence, and discussion of insane asylums)
11. In Deeper Waters by FT Lukens-
(Royalty, kidnapping, MLM characters not being released until April but it looks great)
12. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz-
(coming of age story, MLM, TW for violence/injury, surgery, transmisogyny, homophobic violence)
14. We Contain Multitudes by Sarah Henstra-
(coming of age, friendship and romance)
15. Love and Other Curses by Michael Thomas Ford-
(magical realism, a curse about falling in love)
16. More Happy than Not by Adam Silvera-
(MLM main character, YA, “it's about a boy who is considering a memory-alteration procedure to forget he's gay because leading a life as a straight teen would probably be way easier for him. It's about science versus nature, friendship, sexuality, and a quest for happiness.” About the happy ending and how even bad moments lead to good. Hopeful but despairing. TW for medical procedure to erase sexuality, internalized homophobia, homophobia from others, depression)
17. I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver-
(Nonbinary main character, nonbinary muslim side character, romance/love and building a family out of people you care about. About finding your voice. TW for coming out and misgendering, family rejection/struggle)
18. We Are Okay by Nina LaCour-
(WLW, moving out and coming of age, self-discovery and childhood romance, TW for loss, depression, loneliness)
19. The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness-
(Contemporary, about the normal people’s lives while living among Chosen Ones. Family/coming of age/acceptance story. TW for monsters, apocalypse, violence/explosions, anorexia, anxiety attacks, unrequited romance)
20. Lizard Radio by Pat Schmatz-
(Dystopian story about a teenager struggling with their gender identity, TW for abandonment, oppressive government, outlawed homosexuality)
21. Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas-
(trans main character, hispanic characters, paranormal YA mystery with MLM characters)
22. Captive Prince by C.S. Pacat-
(Bisexual main character, TW for kidnapping/stockholm syndrome, abuse, sex scenes)
23. Witch Eyes by Scott Tracey-
(fantasy, MLM, supernatural)
24. Simon vs the Homosapiens Agenda by Becki Albertalli-
(romance, MLM, coming of age, TW for a closeted boy being blackmailed)
25. Fun Home by Alison Bechdel-
(WLW, graphic novel, coming of age, TW for csa, pedophilia, teacher/student relationships, none explicit if my memory serves correct)
26. George by Alex Gino-
(Trans girl, slice of life, coming out story, TW for deadnaming, homophobia, transphobia)
27. Afterworlds by Scott Westerfield-
(WLW, supernatural, fantasy)
28. Witchmark by C.L. Polk-
(MLM, Sci-Fi/Fantasy, mystery, Alternate universe post WW1, TW for murder/war, depression/angst)
(MLM, Dystopian Fantasy under a totalitarian, extremely cruel government. People must undergo ‘the trials’ in order to work for a government task force- if you fail at any of the trials you are forced to participate in the Culling, where the member has to choose a family member of theirs to die. TW for death, extortion, brutal violence, murder, totalitarian government)
31. Deposing Nathan by Zack Smedley-
(MLM, about a court case regarding the main character and his best friend- deals with breaking points in friendships and how people and perception change. TW for biphobia, gay bashing, legal trial, abuse, knives, violence)
32. Ziggy, Stardust, and Me by James Brandon-
(MLM, Gay main character, historical fiction (Vietnam war), about a character dealing with his alcoholic father and family issues who creates a fictional world to cope where he can be out and openly himself. Coming of age. TW for bullying, alcoholism, institutionalized homophobia, familial homophobia, conversion therapy, war mentions)
(this list is a WIP and anyone can add to it! If I need to add TWs or further explanations let me know!)
no hate to this list but magical realism is an expression of post colonialism (so latin american and then started to incorporate asian expression) so there can really be no such thing as magical realism written by a white guy
i just started watching bridgerton and i thought about this prompt of anthony trying to court a girl by bringing her cow bc every time she sees one she goes 'cow!' and i'm sorry, i'll shut up now-
Warnings: hints of underage drinking and drunkenness
Summary: Finally, it is time for the Madrigals to welcome a new gift into their family, but Antonio's gift ceremony might be the start of something more chaotic than anyone expects
A/N: I'll leave this right here so you can bless your eyes
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After sewing the buttons back on the vest in a rush that made her stab the tip of her index finger several times, Antonia pretty much sprinted out of her house and in direction of casa Madrigal. Even the cordiality she responded every greeting with on her way up was accelerated by the vibrance of that day's importance.
The Sun was bright on top of the busy town of Encanto, indicating that Pepa was either in a good mood or she was doing back flips in order to deliver the village a weather that allowed that night's gift ceremony to be set up in perfection. The girl's espadrilles moved so quickly up the stone road it was pretty much only the tips of her feet making contact with the ground, and in the trance of her hurry, she barely noticed the intense staring on her back.
No one noticed Antonia's growth in Encanto until after her seventeenth birthday, when the child she was leaving behind was impossible to ignore. As she started to make her way into an early adulthood, the boys that were younger than her poured less effort into concealing their intent gazes and the ones she was contemporary with spent hours talking about the bounce of her curls and the shape of her Cupid's bow in conversations where the word ‘marriage’ slipped far too often.
All the old childhood marks of sunburn had wiped off of her cheekbones like the Sun of Encanto was more healing that damaging, the chubbiness of her face had begun to melt away, revealing a bone structure no one could had foreseen was buried beneath her chipmunk cheeks, her voice was steadier and she carried herself with a straighter back. Every day after work, Carlos stood by the door of their house, almost fearfully, waiting for the poor bastards that would soon start coming to ask for her hand in marriage.
The inside of casita reflected the mayhem Antonia felt inspired by, everyone was running around delivering decorations, carrying ingredients and accomodating furniture out of the way. She was right in time to catch Mirabel before she fell after having bumped into the men carrying the couch.
"Woah there," she exclaimed placing her friend back on her feet and staring at the big basket full of stuff in her hands, "what's all that?"
"Oh, hum," Mirabel stammered, looking down at it, "it's señor Jorge's special— well, not special special."
It took Antonia a moment to realize what the “not special special” thing meant, and she had to suppress a sigh when she got it. Like everyone else, she knew how hard that day was going to be on her friend, the first ceremony after her failed one, and no one really knew what was the best way to act around her for it, but Antonia had the feeling condescendence was not the way to go.
Before she could say what she had opened her mouth to say, Camilo's voice resounded from the top floor. "Mi vida!"
The girl with the glasses didn't even attempt to ignore the way her friend's cheeks lit up at the nickname and the voice that pronounced it, and she had to clench every muscle in her body to hold the urge of rolling her eyes.
"Oh, no, no, I have to take these to the kitchen," Mirabel shook her head when Antonio motioned for her to come upstairs with her, "you go. Your daughter is calling for you."
True enough, Chapola was sat by Camilo's feet, howling vehemently in the direction of her other parent, who she had not seen since the day before. "Okay." She whispered, shooting Mirabel a wink before going up the stairs casita built for her as she advanced.
Oh, Mirabel loved Antonia and Camilo dearly, but her patience that day was running low enough after the humiliating exchange with the children of the village a few minutes ago and it wouldn't survive even a second of pretending she wasn't annoyed of her best friend and her cousin acting like they weren't absolutely smitten with each other. She feared she would end up grabbing the back of their heads and pushing them together: maybe they would kiss, maybe they would break their noses, honestly, whatever happened she would consider the will of God.
"Hey, you." Camilo greeted her with a smile.
Ever since his lovestruck realization, he had acquired a more flirty behaviour towards his best friend, an endeavour that had ended up developing into a natural part of their relationship.
"Hi." She met back when she reached the last step. Camilo's smile grew at the sight of her wearing the skirt he liked and the sparkly thing on the corners of her eyes.
"Mi vida, quick question," he said leaning against the column with his arms crossed as she crouched to pet their hound lovingly and waited for her to let a sound that confirmed she was listening, "have you been teaching Chapola to sleep under the covers? Because last night she wouldn't leave me alone until I opened them for her."
Antonia smiled sheepishly. "Nights have been cold."
"She gets my bed all full of hair."
"Well, I guess now you have no option but to make your bed every morning. Consider it a favor."
Their quarreling was cut off by the arrival of doña Alma, instructing José behind them to lift the poster with Antonio's name higher. "Camilo, we need another José." She said once the right side of the poster was on her desired height.
The boy shot his friend a wink and a smirk before responding with the man's name and turning into him to lift the other side of it. That was when Alma noticed Antonia standing there and her features softened, "Toña, do you have the vest?"
"Yes," she responded like she had just remembered the whole purpose of her presence there, lifting the linus vest she was holding with care not to wrinkle it. Antonio had been at her house that morning to pick up his suit for the ceremony, but right when he was trying it on, they noticed the young tailor had accidentally made the vest a few inches too big.
Alma didn't even ask to see the fixed vest and check if it was the right size now, she trusted the girl's hands, so she simply motioned for her to follow her. Antonia returned Camilo's wink before doing so.
The woman smiled at her youthful enthusiasm, as they walked and she looked around at all the decorations and Isabela's bouquets of begonias. Alma, opposite to most people, had always been aware of Antonia's growth, maybe the reason people overlooked it was that she had always something too much of an adult... but never for her.
"Are you excited for tonight?" She asked, getting the attention of the big eyed teenager.
Truth was, she wanted her to harness her childhood for a little longer, for the burdens of adulthood could comfortably wait a little longer for the moment she was ready to hold them. All the responsibility she had taken so young, all the maturity she'd had to inject in herself to overcome the pain of her loss… Alma never admitted it, not even to herself, but there was a lot of herself she saw reflected on Antonia, maybe that was the reason she took the girl's happiness at heart like her grandchildren did, that she wished for Antonia the youth that had been ripped from her own hands all those years ago.
Earning wrinkles and grey hairs sooner than everyone else, she had managed to push back the strains of grieving past times long enough for her daughters to find happiness, maybe she could do the same for this stranger that was only truly happy when Camilo cared for her laughter.
"Yeah!" She exclaimed happily, although she didn't quite know how to explain her excitement. In the village of Encanto, everyone was so used to the Madrigals' magical gifts that magic had almost became part of the ordinary, but the night that inched closer threw her back to the same wonder she had felt on that first week.
As they walked, they passed in front of the set of pictures of each Madrigal children standing beside doña Alma the night they got their gifts, and Antonia looked at them keenly, like she always did. It wasn't a shocker that her favourite picture was Camilo's, because of the pose he had in it; standing there and smiling wasn't enough, no, he had to throw his theatricality into everything.
"Where is Mateo?" Abuela Alma asked, worried that he would be late to his best friend's ceremony.
"Oh, he rolled in a pool of mud," Antonia answered with a shrug, "my mom had to give him a bath and find new clothes for tonight. They'll be here soon."
The elder woman sighed looking at the time in her wrist watch. "I hope so, because we only have an hour left." She said before announcing the remaining time in a louder tone. "Now, where is that boy?"
Out of all her grandchildren, Antonio was by far the better at hiding, she knew they wouldn't have the smallest hint of his location if he didn't want to be found, but he needed to put on his vest to make sure it was the right fitting— not that there would be any time to fix if it wasn't.
In the end, she told Antonia to give her the vest, for she would continue to look for the birthday boy while she went home to get her family, the Sun was already setting and the Garcías were nowhere to be seen.
Camilo had offered to go with her, but he was dragged by his dad right when they were about to cross the door. Everyone was arriving and they had to wait for Antonio behind the curtain, so he had to watch her leave the house with an amused smirk, one that almost sent him into cardiac arrest because it wasn't all that common in her. Oh, she was going to be the death of him.
When she reached her house, she was almost thankful Camilo hadn't been able to accompany her, because havoc had unleashed in the inside of the house. Anastasia ran behind a dripping Mateo who hated linus so much he threatened to go to the ceremony naked, while Carlos rummaged around looking for a shirt after having somehow burned the one he was planning to wear that evening.
After ten minutes of bargaining, Mateo agreed to wear clothes as long as they were cotton and Carlos had to wear the blue guayabera that left him matching with his son. The ceremony was about to commence when they arrived, the parents staying near the back while the children made their way to the front with the Madrigals.
"Took you long enough," Camilo said as soon as she was standing beside him, while Mateo stood between Dolores and Isabela.
"We almost didn't make it," she whispered back.
He had his tía's hand on his left, so she could squeeze her expectation away, and he moved his right up to Antonia's hand, intertwining their fingers. Her eyes stayed fixed on the front of the room, but he didn't bother to hide how he was looking at the blush that had climbed up her cheeks.
Maybe, he thought, he always thought. Even after almost a year, that was still his answer, there didn't seem to be one more suitable for his situation. Maybe she liked him back, and if she didn't back then, then maybe he had built some of the way on the last months.
All the lights dimmed, as if casita also had the power to control the intensity of each candle, and the two big lights that moved around like the ones on Camilo's room pointed to the end of the hall, to the closed curtains that secluded Antonio from everyone's eyes. When they opened, Toña was pleased to see the vest did fit him, but then realized he wasn't moving at all, not even when the tiles beneath his feet urged him to move.
He stood there in complete silence for at least a minute, even after the clapping that made the teenagers let go of the hold in their hands died out, until finally he lifted up his hand. No one understood what did it mean or what was he asking for, until a clearly abashed Mirabel stepped up and grabbed the offered hand. The confused and even a little offended muttering around her told Antonia that wasn't part of the protocol, she looked at Camilo with a raised eyebrow and his shrug confirmed her suspicions.
She knew her friend well enough to know the villagers stare on her burned more than the bright lights themselves, but her steps were still firm and the hold on Antonio's hand never loosened, because she knew if she got scared, the young boy would crumble. Antonia shot her a soothing wink when they passed by where she was.
The spike of courage Camilo had to initially hold her hand left the moment she had to tear her hand away, so he had to overcome a avalanche of insecurity to reach out for it again. To his surprise, when he did, Antonia welcomed him as if she had been expecting him to make the move, intertwining their fingers back again and clinging to his arm like her parents did.
Two tiny steps at a time, Toñito and Mirabel made their way to the glowing door with the golden doorknob, everyone around was holding their breath, Antonia was so anxious she might as well been a Madrigal. The boy raised his hand to the doorknob after having touched the magical candle, swearing to abuela's vow, and the whole world went silent, there was this fine air of nervousness about history repeating itself.
Upon the contact of his fingers the golden dust duplicated as a wave spreading through the wooden surface, which Antonia could only assume was a good sign. A few more seconds of unaltered silence went by until, out of nowhere, a toucan came flying down and set on his extended arm, squawking at him.
"Uh-huh." Antonio responded to the apparent conversation. "Uh-huh. I understand you." The bird squawked again. "Of course they can come!"
The bird let out the loudest squawk so far and suddenly a flock of other birds came down flying from the roof, while another bunch of animals made their way running through people's legs, a family of chigüiros, a jaguar, even Chapola and her siblings ran over to Antonio.
"¡Eh, negra!"
"¡Chapola!" Both Antonia and Camilo called for her out of instinct, as did the owners of the other hounds.
But all ten hounds stood proudly by Antonio's feet, including the composed Carlota herself, as the revelation of his gift became a golden carving on his door. "We have a new gift!" Alma exclaimed, making the whole town erupt in cheers.
The unveiling of the magical Madrigal blessing was even more bewitching than Antonia had expected, she found herself completely absorbed in it as she cheered with everyone else right before the door to Antonio's room opened and built itself right in front of everyone's eyes.
Inside, the paradise constructed by the chocoan jungle was illuminated by fireflies that swirled around one big mother tree, waterfalls and nests all surrounded the thick trunk, while a big curtain of drizzling water behind it marked the end of the room in displacement for walls. Antonia squeezed her fingers around Camilo's arm, drinking it all in with a face full of wonder that he couldn't help but smile at.
"Mi vida, breathe!" He said grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her softly.
The girl was so entranced by the full blown ecosystem inside she didn't even think of firing back at his mockery, simply laughing absentmindedly as a form of response, which made Camilo's smile bigger.
After Antonio was left safely at his parents' feet for the jaguar, Camilo made sure his friend wasn't so far gone she was at risk of falling over, even asking Nico, who was standing near, to keep an eye on her, before walking with his sister over to where the rest of the family was standing.
It took about twenty minutes of Nico and Camilo talking Antonia back to reality to pull her out of her trance, but it was a replaced by a rush of dazed adrenaline that made her follow Isabela when the girl asked her to dance without thinking twice. The Madrigal boy let out a chuckle at the energetic child like personality the García girl sometimes let out when she didn't have the need to be an adult, before making his way over to the food.
Just like it had happened predominantly on Dolores' and Camilo's ceremony, all the music being played was greatly influenced by the tunes their father had grown up listening, all the tunes that sent the Garcías into a state of ecstasy, for their homeland wasn't very far from the place Félix had been born. That fact had been discovered on Camilo's and Antonia's joint birthday, when they resulted to know by heart all the music that was played on the party.
Camilo was right in the middle of eating an empanada while talking with his tía and señora Pezmuerto, at least an hour and a half into the party, when he felt a hard tug on his arm. "Camilo," he found her with her hair wild on her head, with the trace of some drops of sweat on her forehead aggressively wiped off and her cheeks red because of all the dancing, it looked like she hadn't stayed still even a minute, "dance with me."
Squinting lightly at her, he had the frail impression that she had managed to get her hands on one of the alcoholic drinks they were giving out to the adults. She didn't look exactly drunk, but there was definitely an inebriated flame dancing in the back of her eyes... and even like that she looked beautiful. He followed her to the dance floor after handing his plate to Julieta, who took it with a knowing smile as she watched the two teenagers disappear into the crowd.
They weren't even all the way there when Camilo spun her with a smirk, which was received by a gleaming pair of eyes on a body that started dancing to the loud salsa echoing against the walls in a pace the boy had no issue syncing with. Their feet moved fastly, with the parently taught of skill that made sure they didn't tangle clumsily with each other's feet.
Camilo knotted his arms around her only to then untangle her with gracefulness as she spun on the tips of her feet when he pulled her away with his extended arm. It was almost like they read each other's mind, guessed the other's next move, that all their moves came out just so naturally.
"The house is in danger!" Mirabel's voice of alarm cut through the atmosphere, making everyone's eyes jump on her direction. "The house is in danger!" She repeated when she found herself in front her abuela. "The tiles were falling, and there were cracks everywhere. And the candle almost went out."
The whole room became silent as a feeling of dread settled on top, the quiet predominating the indistinct murmuring of those who are incapable of holding their questions when clearly no one could answer them. "Show me," the matriarch ordered, back on her usual severity.
But on the outside of the room, there was no sight of the destruction that Mirabel had described, all her explaining of the things she claimed she had just seen didn't conceal the fact that all the tiles were in their place, there were no cracks in the walls and the candle was a strong as ever. "Maybe she drank the same thing you did?" Camilo whispered, earning a nudge from Antonia, whose worry had sobered her up.
"There is nothing wrong with la casa Madrigal," Alma exclaimed as soon as she turned to face all the guests, "the magic is strong, and so are the drinks." Everyone laughed at the joke, but the teenagers' eyes were fixed on the defeated look of Mirabel. "Please music!"
Joe Arroyo's music came back to life on the instruments of the band when the two started making their way down the stairs to where Mirabel was standing, but Julieta stopped them, letting them know that she would go to comfort her daughter. Finally, they obliged and came back to the room, but they couldn't flow back into the party, all they could think about were Mirabel's words.
If the candle was to ever go out, he would feel something, wouldn't he? A tingle that told him of the expiration of his power. Had he maybe been too entranced dancing with Antonia to feel anything at all? It wouldn't be the first time something of the sort happened, his four loyal friends never failed to let him know when he was too absorbed in the sight of her to notice the world falling apart.
He kept thinking about it a few hours later, when the party ended ceremoniously at midnight, marking the end of Antonio's birthday, and he walked the Garcías back to their house, mainly because Carlos was more drunk than he admitted and Anastasia wasn't all that sober herself. He could feel Antonia's embarrassment as he helped her take her parents up to their bedroom, but assured her that it was okay as they walked back to the door.
"Will you tell Mirabel I tried to say goodbye but she had already gone to sleep?"
"Yeah." He nodded.
He had to go, he knew it, if it would've been anyone else, he would have left already, but for some reason he just stood there, looking at her.
"What?" She asked rather amused by his staring. "Are you waiting for a goodnight kiss?"
The words left his mouth before he had a chance to think them twice. "Would you give it to me?"
Antonia stood there for a couple seconds, struck by his response, but in the end she smirked and brought her lips to his cheek, dangerously close to his mouth.
I know it's been over a month and I haven't written anything, but I don't want you to think I don't miss these two idiots or that I've forgotten this story. I have just been insanely busy.
I promise, I swear, that I'll keep going if you just have the kindness to wait for me
what i mean: when i broke up with my last boyfriend and tried to return all the gifts he gave me, my mom didn't let me because it was "insensitive". when we were dating, his love language was gift giving and i, a writer going through serious economical difficulties, decided to start writing him letters. when i wanted to return his presents, the truth i couldn't bring myself to tell anyone was that i wanted to ask for my letters back. not out of pettiness, but because the things i wrote were so precious to me and no longer his, i wanted them back. i placed my soul in sheets of paper and gave it to him, everything, with no protection, no fabric to cover my nakedness, from the valleys of sunflowers he first fell in love with to the deepest, darkets parts of myself. i wrote about the child i one day dreamed of having, i wrote about how i saw myself as a monster. i'm a writer, my words mean everything to me. they are my words, mine. but my moment of entitlement to them didn't last long enough to be an ass despite my mom and having my letters back.
four months have passed. he probably already got rid of my letters. they're lost forever. i lost my words forever.
I have spent the last three months of my life dyeing my hair to the exact red colour I've been dreaming about since I was like six and I might just throw it all in the trash and go back to my black hair for some bitch that looks like a little like me called Isabela Madrigal
