Hi, I'm Milo!! I also go by Peyton, Logan, Ace, Willow, or Jake. I'm a genderfluid writer, I draw sometimes as well. Usually it's of my OCs. Pronouns are pretty much any, depending on the day, but if you're not sure use they/them. I take requests for writing and asks are always welcome! Please read and follow my DNI
Anyone else ever just search up things like “only 2 genders” in an attempt to self-sabatoge and invalidate yourself for absolutely no good reason? That just me, cool.
Also P.S. I use non-binary emojis with my friends who I’m not out to yet (almost all of them) because they don’t get that it’s non-binary and cuz I look masc they just assume it’s that haha no brad it is I, a non-binary, undercover from the Straights TM💛🤍💜🖤
I am a little high but what if people proposed with beautiful, intricate knives. Ladies would gather around the table and be like “guess what finally happened!!” And pull this beautiful, intricate dagger out of her purse and all the other ladies would gasp and congratulate her
since pride starts in like a week heres a kind yet Hostile reminder to let acespec and arospec people celebrate their identities without being a dick about it
we already have to tolerate a lot of shit on a daily basis and pride month can be even more detrimental to our health. were not a petty discourse topic we are real people tired of being seen as debate subjects
You own a nice, large field that you tend to by yourself. You got it for a relatively cheap price, especially considering how fertile the soil was here, and you have been working it all by yourself ever since. You live at least an hour’s drive away from the city, far out of earshot of any neighbors. In fact, no neighbors have been near you in a while, but that’s okay. You have your plants and the rocks and the dirt and the trees and the wind to keep you company.
You wake up one starless August night under the crescent moon in a cold sweat, having had a very strange and, admittedly, a very quickly forgotten nightmare about...bees, perhaps? Something yellow and dark and numerous and dangerous. Anywho, it doesn’t matter now, it was simply a dream. Just a bad dream.
After a half an hour of lying in your bed, awake, you decide to get a mug of cocoa or your favorite type of tea, and possibly some fresh air while you’re at it. Now that you think about it, you do feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe it is for the better that you go outside and take a walk in your fields, neatly arranged by type of crop, so that you have to walk through one to get to the next, them being west of your house by circumstance. An odd little tidbit of no importance to anyone but you, which makes you chuckle for some strange reason. You make your drink and pour it into a little Thermos, and you slip on your shoes and throw on a hat as you open the door, because it is a bit nippy out, but that’s okay.
You walk through your corn, and you smell the sweet kernels growing in abundance. How you got this land for such a deal is a mystery, one that you don’t believe you have any real need to solve. At one point you feel something like a peeled-off corn husk touch the top of your head. You smile, feeling completely at peace.
You walk through your wheat, feeling the warmth of the soil and the toughness of the fallen grains mix together and seep between your toes. You smile, feeling completely at peace.
You decide to stop at your sunflowers for a while. You stop between the wheat and the sunflowers, a bit out of arm’s reach of either one. You turn from left to right a bit, being able to count each and every brown little circle looking at you like the pupil of an eye. You trace the petals of the flower closest you, needing something to do with your empty hands, and you see the plump roundness of the full moon behind it like a halo, and you feel the warmth of the soil seep between your toes, and at one point you feel something like a peeled-off corn husk touch the top of your head. You smile, feeling completely at peace.
sometimes youre drowning, and youre just drowning, and the water is filling your lungs, and youre scared but at the same time you think you might like it, and if you really focus on what you feel on the inside then you might figure out if you do, but if you focus on how you feel on the inside then you ignore how you feel on the outside and that is scared and cold and in pain and drowning, so you cant look inside, and sometimes you wish that someone would throw you a life preserver so that you can stop drowning and figure out if you want to succumb to the darkness or not, and you know you can get someone’s attention, but what if they don’t throw you the life preserver? what if they just think youre asking for attention? that youre not really in trouble? or what if they do? what if they do and you finally realize what you want and you realize that you never wanted to surface and cough the water out of your lungs but its too late now so all you can do is kick, and pull, and hope with all your being that the person with the life preserver will realize if they dont let you go theyll drown too and theyll let you go and youll finally get to drown, and what if they do let you go, just like you thought they would, and youre alone again and they hate you now. and sometimes youre drowning, and youre just drowning, and the water is filling your lungs, and youre scared but youre not scared of dying, youre scared of death, because youre already dying and death is the only unknown in this scenario. and sometimes youre drowning, and youre just drowning, and youre drowning, and youre drowning, and youre drowning, and youre drowning, and youre drowning, and the water is filling your lungs, and youre scared but at the same time you know you like it, and youre drowning.
just found out what voidpunk is.........think im Vibin here dudes...... kinda feels like a warm sweater on a cold day, just kinda wrap up in it and stay there a while.......feels like home
I have a friend who’s parents are threatening to kick her out, and they’re definitely the kind of people who might actually follow through. She’s only 14 and can’t legally hold a job yet. Do you have any resources for homeless teens? (We live in the US if that helps)
Homeless Resources:
Clothing Hack
How to Run Away From Home Masterpost (great resource even though it’s not specifically about being homeless)
What to Do If You Suddenly Find Yourself Homeless
What to Do if Your Parents Kick You Out
Things I’ve Learned
Unfortunately these are all the resources I have, please add more to this post!
is this quiz a waste of your time? yes. was making it a waste of my time? also yes. but yet here we are. two time-wasting hooligans at it again. which random photo in my camera roll are you?