.. ……goddammit i want to look like him so bad..
sorry im having a gender dysphoria/envy moment right now hhghhghgnnmmmmm…
im SO fucking tired of being perceived as a girl,, I WANT TO BE ABLE TO BE FEMME,, AND PEOPLE TO PERCEIVE ME AS Boy In Makeup OR Boy In Skirt GRHGRHGHDHDJ,,,, ALSO I WANT TO BE PERCEIVED AS A BOY WHEN IM MASC OR ANDROGYNOUS!!! NOT AS A “tOMbOy” OR WHATEVER THE FUCK!!
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im so sorry to see people are saying such awful things to you and your boyfriend!!! its really inexcusable. and im sorry if this is out of line but i want to confess ive seen his art on my dash before and liked without reblogging bc there wasnt a caption on the post. idk whenever i see art posts without captions i get the vibe that theyre a repost or stolen art because if the actual artist was posting theyd have something to say? i know its not the case with ur bfs art now but thats how my mind works instinctively;; hope the hate lets up and he gets the support he deserves <3
i think its only a few people doing it, i just get a few anons at a choreographed time every day (seems about the time school would get off in america, wonder if thats a coincidence?) but me n my bf are doing fine and like.. the whole fiasco was set off bc people were assuming my bf was just Like That all the time and not just frustrated bc he spent hours making art only to get like, no replies on it or anything. people are saying "well art is for creating! he should just be making it without caring about reblogs!" and it is about creating! but it was stuff he was (and is) proud of and hoped people would appreciate. ironically enough, the people being positive (eg the guy asking abt his ocs and whatnot) have made a lot bigger of an impact than the annoying cunts telling us to off ourselves, so its not a net negative
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don't you love when there's tension between some of your closest friends so you feel like you can't talk to either of them that much any more so you're relying on the other one to talk to about literally everything which is okay bc she was the first one you were friends w anyways but you're afraid you'll become too much (again) and so now you're here shouting into the void
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to the people out there who like. comment such nice things on my fics and send me messages and asks filled with such kind and thoughtful words about them like. i hope you all know how much that means to me. i oftentimes forget that me posting a work of mine is actually visible to the rest of the world, and to me its kind of an afterthought - i write my little stories with my silly words and i put it out there for people to read, theoretically, and yet it still chokes me up a bit knowing that people actually do read them and enjoy them, which frankly is even more baffling than people just reading them, and form such connections to them. that is mind-blowing to me. people tell me all the time that they think about works of mine constantly or that my work leaves an impact on them and that is so...idk. jarring to me. i don't know the right words. but it blows me away in the best possible way every single time and i just want to say thank you to those people. like y'all really do make it worthwhile. thank you so much for entertaining the little worlds in my head. thank you so much for being so kind. so much love to you guys.
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you think you’re over it but then you hear the two songs you played on repeat all throughout that one detached-from-reality-summer where u saw him day and night, and everything becomes a little blurry. you’re over it until you pass the bench by the sidewalk, the two people in love only a few feet away from you but in a world completely of their own, and you remember how you sobbed under the streetlights, pretending your pain was just brought about by something or the other.
you’re fine until you pass by that one corner in the library. you remember how you woke up from a nap that felt like death, the table leaving imprints on your tired face. you remember seeing someone else in a haze, and feeling exhausted and alone, away from home. you remember doing a double take, seeing his face, his voice low the way he’d talk to someone in need of tender care and affection. “did you think we’d just leave you alone like that? im right here, yeah?”
you tell yourself you’re over him and that you’re fine. you honestly are, really. until you’re playing with your mother’s hair, and you catch a scene from her soap drama. its a girl on the phone with her friend, her closest, with pain laced so deeply in her voice its a miracle no one hears it. “hey, its alright. he was yours to begin with. all that? just one-sided delusions. wishful thinking. i give you my blessing, so make sure you’re happy enough for the both of us. its no one’s fault, is it? love can’t be earned if you’re pitiful enough, if you wish for someone enough. it just happens.” you don’t notice what you’re remembering, which hazy memory, but you know your eyes burn and your throat is holding back a tight, lead-like lump. you know there are burning, red-hot tears streaming down your face on an uneventful summer afternoon.
you know you’re never going to find someone like that again. you know that even if you do, by some twisted curse of fate, they won’t be yours. you know because you knew this before, before he happened, before you met him. you knew what your person would be like, and you knew it wouldn’t happen for you.
you’re sitting in a crowded campus bus, golden light spilling in. you’re next to your best friend, and you tell her “you know? i know for sure i won’t find someone like him. i’ll get married, i’ll settle, but it’ll never be like that.”
she tells you she knows, in the depths of her heart and soul, that you’ll find love. you’ll find someone who fits with you even better than him. you let her have it. you let yourself pretend for a few minutes, but you know, in the depths of your heart.
you know you have such good luck with everything else, you know you can get out of the worst situations unscathed, you know the corner store always has a stock of your favorites, you know you’re blessed with a little mundane magic because the universe knows you’re never going to get the form of love you’ve always wondered about, always craved.
you’re fine until you remember, and then you force yourself to be fine once again.
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