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How you doing ? 💞
I'm doing good 😊 That picture is hilarious.
Sorry for disappearing and going MIA. Have been kinda just going through the motions and haven't been feeling myself so I'm sorry I'm not posting as much anymore.
I'm getting better though 😌
avocados are aro culture now. why?
green
you can call them arocados
i like them
do you believe in magic?
made a trans blog. @transmagpie
not much there yet, but i’ll post more at some point.
cool dad!James
*little Harry starts crying in the middle of the night* Lily: *sleepily* It’s your turn...
*Harry starts crying louder* Lily: *from the other room* Did you take that bloody thing with you again? I told you it scares Harry, turn it off!
James: Look at you, my little General-
Lily: Are you dressing Harry up as Princess Leia again?
Came out as ftm to a select group of friends five years ago. I started counseling three years ago. Things have definitely changed since then! I've met so many new friends, and refurbished relationships with old ones. Golly, I may not be the best looker, and I may still be Pre-T, but damn I'm happy! Hell, I even have a crush and everything. Look at me living my life even though I thought I wouldn't make it!
The gasp I gusped when I saw @luvkyu followed me 😭 omg hi
A couple months ago, I was lying in bed wishing I was sleeping, when my brain decided to write a poem. I’m not entirely sure what it’s about, since I was half asleep and not thinking clearly when I wrote it, but there’s definitely some aro symbolism and voidpunk vibes, so I thought I’d share it for ASAW!
He lies in the grass
and lets the forest claim him as one of its own.
Lacking a green thumb,
he has a green heart, which grows over with thorns
as yellow roses bloom in his lungs.
He sits back in the boughs of a birch tree
as bugs from beetles to butterflies devour
the body he left behind
when he ran
from the pulsing crimson city where
hearts beat bright blood
which flows in rivers into the sewers and out to the sea
to be forgotten
Like him
Forgotten and left behind
in the green wood where he chose to plant himself
As his veins fill up with chlorophyll
his thoughts turn verdant, not vermilion.
He coughs up petals because he’s lovesick for himself.
