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Busy drawing...
Busy, busy, busy...
please take care of yourself. you are 100% worth it.
I'm actually scared.
I didn't know becoming a transgender to be scary. What if I get judged?! What if I lose respect? I'm actually nervous and scared.
are y'all straight?
(i’ll just go ahead and answer this and then zoe and max can add to this post when they feel like it)
lia - i’m not, i’m bi 💞 thanks for asking!
zoe- technically not, no! i’m poly (it means i like some genders, but not all) so i’m attracted to nonbinary/agender/gender nonconforming people along with guys!
If the playlist thing is still open, can I get tanvi?
t- tell me baby - red hot chilli peppers
a- arms tonite - mother mother
n- new person, same old mistakes - tame impala
v- venus - bananarama
i- i don’t know- triathalon
I know what warmth is.
The sun kisses the wooden floors i walk on, i stand in the places where the window guides the light.
I linger and i let the feeling wash over me, my bare feet to my head, i close my eyes and face the sun.
I let a blanket cover me, music flowing in my ears, a warm body of a friend rests close to me, we are a tangled mess of fabric and limbs.
Arms wrap around me, and i know to squeeze back. I feel body heat in a hug and i can’t help but smile. Whether it’s greeting or goodbye, or while standing in the kitchen, i can feel a friend.
But i’ve never felt your warmth. Or whoever fits the mold in the space you may leave.
You, or whoever you turns into. You could be him. Or them. Or its still you.
I feel bodies. I understand physical touch. I know of warmth. I recognize when bones collide.
But i haven’t felt anyone’s lips, or anyone’s hands.
But i don’t think i’ve felt warmth. I’ve felt warm.
But where is the feeling?
It’s certainly just not a rising temperature.
I think about the feeling, and i think a ghost just occupies the space.
For some reason i don’t see the ghost leaving, though the sensation of rising temperature happens often,
I just can’t envision you-or anyone- occupying the ghost.
exia for the name playlists? thanks! :)
e- ELEMENT. - kendrick lamar
x- xo- beyonce
i- i dont know you - the marias
a- an encounter- the 1975
what a cool name!!
frank? for the playlist thing? ✨
f- fucked up - camp howard
r- rollercoaster baby- mild high club
a- aglow - the rare occasions
n- nothing in rambling - helvetia
k- kids - the frights