May 2, 2017
“Your name is Dawn Strider and you know you should be able to dodge the attacks thrown at you, at least in theory, but you can’t.
All you want to do is go inside and have a bowl of mac and cheese (if bro remembered to go to the grocery store this week) and maybe curl up on the couch for a nap.
But no, instead you’re outside in the freezing cold (it seems to bite into your skin) on the roof and your arms are a mess of cuts and bruises and it hurts, it hurts more than anything’s ever hurt before.”
**shamelessly plugs my own fanfiction through art** not genderbend, r63, or anything of the like!!