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the sphinx’s riddle
HEY LOOK! It's me! :D (we needed to draw a portrait of ourselves in a "realistic" style, but me being a little shit, I drew it in my style :P )
The martyr and the scapegoat -WIP
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It might not be good. But heres a short story/fic of... I guess a wish I have of a possible future. Like, I wish this could happen someday. Anyways, if you could give some feedback Id love it. Not sure how my style reads.
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Letters of Autumn Mornings
Dewy mist evaporates into stretching tendrils rising to reach the glowing peach-colored morning.
Skeleton trees filter glittery sunbeams through their limbs. Which creak under a sleepy windy wave. Each step crunching softly a fine sugar dust layer of frost glitters on the still shadowed dry brush. The air is chilly, evident by hot dragon-like breath plumes and the sharp wake-you-up almost mint-like-cold that hits my lungs.
Autumn is my favorite time of the year. I'm typically not a morning person. But in the Fall, I make exceptions. I wake up, put on hiking boots, drink warm tea, and take a walk down the gravel road.
It's peaceful. And it really wakes me up. I don't know what it is, maybe the golden sky or smell of the final harvest or winter birds singing happily their hellos. I just love it.
There's a field I like to go to. I never actually walk around in it. I just… watch it. Maybe that's boring. I don't know.
I like to stand, leaning against the wooden fence post, watching the tall grass glitter. Beads of dew dripping down the leaves or evaporating into the sky. It waves like an ocean in the strong autumn winds. Which shake the brittle brown leaves of the sleeping trees.
It's so loud too. Like waves crashing the surf on the ocean, the wind ebbs and flows through the leaves.
Birds flit between the branches. Singing, hopping around, sometimes leaping to catch the insects just now waking up. Their little chubby, fluffy bodies make me laugh. Imagining frantic dive-bombing cotton balls. They sometimes try to catch the dragonflies that fly over from the nearby lake. But they almost never catch them. The tiny dragons dart and zoom around like buzzing race cars. I could watch the chaotic dance for hours.
If I'm lucky, sometimes I’ll spot deer in the field. They never come close to the fence, but I can catch a glimpse of them eating on the other side near the forest. Heads bent down they'll shoot up and stop, watching to see what I'll do. They used to run away really quick, but after a while, they got used to my presence. And as long as I stay perfectly still (no pictures) they'll stay as well. Their tails twitching and their mouths chewing slow and methodical like a cow. Gosh, I could watch and ramble about deer for so long.
I love these mornings. The quiet tranquility. I can just be. I don't think. I don't worry. I just… live. Ya know? I'm just in the moment. Which sounds like some boomer headline bullshit. But it's true.
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That's how you make me feel, I guess. In a roundabout way. I'm trying to say… that you feel like an autumn morning. I know it's cheesy. And overly poetic fluffy bullshit. But you make me cheesy. And I fucking love it. And… I love you.
I'm not always great with words but or saying what I mean correctly. But I want you to know you make me happier than I have ever been in my life. And I want to make you happy too. I want to see you smiling and shining like the morning. I want to make you ugly laugh until you cry. I want to sit on the couch every weekend, your head on my shoulder, and watch movies till we fall asleep. I want to… be with you forever. If you will let me.
So…
Will… will you marry me Jewels?
I hate essays
Okay, I'm doing my essay for Michigan history on the LGBTQ+ history in the state, and it's actually insane. At one point, two men being in a relationship was seen as worse than rape. Sometimes two men who might not be in a sexual relationship were even allowed to be given at least 15 years in solitary.
It's absolutely horrid, but at least it's changed for the better. Even though Michigan is far from perfect when it comes to protection/acceptance of queer people. It's typically a very conservative state. Evidenced by a large majority of counties in the state still not having protections in place for gender identity.
And now I have another completely different reason to hate writing and researching material for this essay.
I actually draw stuff...I’m not good at it but I try xDD