— stoic. made ay stone, me. ah cock ma eyebrow. ah laugh. thit’s ma accidental go tae, see. at ma brother’s funeral (the second one), ah hoisted up the coffin and sent masel intae a fit. ah looked like a proper jokester then. if billy had control ay his limbs anymore (if he were still in the waking world wi the rest ay us), his arm woulda swiped outay the coffin oan ma shoulder n, in one swift motion, woulda slapped the giggles right oaf ma face. it was uncle charlie’s hand oan ma shoulder thit shut me up. some hostile, disapproving looks.
— dae you think we should be sharin intimate moments like thit? seems a little . . . feminine.
When my transformation is from the tallest student (excluding sped students) in school from Grade 3-6 to one of the shortest female students in class from Grade 9-12. The funny thing is both of my parents are tall
you know when you’ve spent two years recovering from horrible shit someone put you through and then you finally think you’ve healed to some extent but then they come back two years later to literally just fucking taunt you and now you’re back at square 1