#just wrote this

[mydarlingdearestdead]

"I'm Apollo." His golden hair shone in the sun's light, an almost mythical contrast to his dark skin.

"Hyacinth." I replied, offering my hand. He took it, but his fingertips were rough, calloused in a way I didn't expect from such a man, still, he had a strong, welcoming grip.

"An intriguing name."

"And you."

#... #I'm sorry #apollo and hyacinthus #Apollo #Hyacinthus #hyacinth #greek myth #greek mythology #greek mythology retelling #apollo's tragic lovelife #writing #writblr #probably wont be a full blown thing #just wrote this

[alicedusstuff]

LIKE THE SUN AND THE MOON

I just felt in the mood to write something silly. Therefore... There you go. A little news without purpose. I literally googled the text I had written into French. I am not so good as to make a whole text in this language; Let's not be crazy.

_ENGLISH PART_

That It had been a while since Macaque and Wukong had started in a silent argument. It wasn't much really; Everyone just stayed in their corner, trying their best to ignore the presence of the other to win this ridiculous new war. Macaque could have just left, and left no news for days; But he had decided that to stay where Wukong could see that he was angry would be more fun. So, he sulked at the foot of the stone monkey's house, trying to focus his gaze on MK so as not to meet the eyes of Wukong. For Wukong; it was simpler; or at least, MK would have thought that That would be the case. The stone monkey was busy training him After all. But against all odds, Wukong's eyes did not cease to naturally seek to land on the Macaque form before turning away at the time he had assured that the latter was still there. The action was all the more frustrating because the king had No harm in beating his student when his attention was not clearly not fully focused on him. MK left the suffocating situation unfold, until he can no longer do it. He pushed Wukong away from him with his staff; and slammed it violently on the ground to have the attention of his two mentors.

-When are you two going to make peace? I thought that You were cool after we finished everything with the Lady Bone Demon.

Wukong and Macaque exchanged a look that MK intercepted all on end; before the two monkeys decided to avoid the look at the other. MK vibrated on the spot because of anger; but tried to act as an adult; and took a deep breath. -OK. Very well. I don't want to see you until you have not solved your problem of the day. -Kid, wait! Mk did not wait for the monkey king. He left immediately. after his words. If he did not take drastic measures; he knew that the two monkeys were just going to keep the tension rises until it explodes. It was better pierce the abscess immediately. The monkey king turned to Macaque, frowning. He then leaned over, hands on hips, before blaming the Shadow monkey for the departure of his student. Macaque raised the eyes to the sky. He was in no mood to listen to nonsense of Wukong. Yet, his body froze on its own, his hair became bristled, ready to fight with the one who assaulted him verbally; and he scolded back. After which, Wukong grumbled about frustration, at this time running out of repartee. He decided to return home, and passed Macaque, angry. Macaque let him. He didn't think it was a Good idea to follow the Sage right now. Still MK's warning came back to his mind. Would the kid be really able to refuse to see him for an argument with Wukong? Macaque didn't want to know how sincere MK was in his words. So, he reluctantly followed Wukong, and sat on the sofa, opposite Wukong. Both had ceased to meet dispute. Nothing had been said; but the cold of earlier had warmed up. That didn't stop their problem from being solved. Of course contrary; He would certainly remain there for an eternity. He was much deeper than any evil. They do not could never fix it. "at least, not until Wukong watches over him." Macaque's pupils landed on Wukong at this thought. And he thought again about why they were arguing in the first place. Macaque wondered why Wukong had abandoned him. He wondered as to why the monkey king had killed him; and; it is by knowing the answer he looked up at the television. Wukong caught the sudden movement out of the corner of his eye and carried his attention on Macaque a few seconds before diverting the look. He too was thinking of reconciling with Macaque. But it does not just couldn't. He would never accept it. All had gone well between them in recent months; and Wukong had thought that he and Macaque could have become friends again; but he had Macaque had to tell him that he wanted to be one with Wukong again. The request had taken him by surprise. Then, fear and panic had turned into anger; and an argument broke out. Wukong couldn't stand it. How could he ever Remake one with his oldest friend? How Macaque dared wish to leave him alone again? In itself; Both entities had separated for so long that it's been a eternity that Wukong had forgotten that Macaque was only a part of him. They had lived so long as two beings. apart; always with opposing opinions; that the monkey king had Forgot where the shadow monkey came from. Wukong clenched his fists, remembering tohe words of Macaque when he came to ask her to do one again. The monkey of The shadow had claimed to be tired of always looking for him for end up getting hurt. He had shouted at Wukong that he didn't want to not dying; but that he also did not want to continue their strange relationship. So, he had asked to disappear from the The simplest way he knows. By forming only one with Wukong again. Macaque and Wukong were the moon and the sun; light and shadow; inseparable partners; and both sides of the same coin. "Two bodies for one spirit" once said the Emperor of jade. Wukong turned his attention to the screen when the Main character to start shooting someone. Then finding the plot of the film boring, he focused his attention on Macaque. -Am I more uninteresting than the movie? Wukong startled when the reflection of his own copper gaze stared at him. Macaque slammed his foot on his to get him out of his stupor. -As if... Bouda Wukong in returning the kicks to Macaque. They had fun getting kick your feet for a while until you finally stop, satisfied with the way they had ended their argument without having to explain yourself to the other. Wukong smiled. There is no had no one who understood it better than Macaque. There was no No one who attracted him more than the jet fur monkey. How could he ever allow her to let him go? -We should warn MK that we have made peace. -Flemme to go on look for.

-And if we order noodles?

Macaque mouse at the Wukong's proposal, and agreed.

-It is you who Pay.

#lmk shadowpeach #lmk macaque #lmk wukong #lmk fanfiction #just a draft #just wrote this

[wayfaringauthorofficial]

Not sure how this will end, but I like it.

#amwriting #female writers #just wrote this #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #writing about my dreams

[salchat]

What was he going to make Sammy’s costume out of?  Dean had thought about using some of his own clothes.  But he didn’t have that many.  

There was that old shirt, of course.  It was Dad’s, but it'd got mixed up with Dean’s stuff a few moves back.  But he didn’t want to use it.  He didn’t want to cut the shirt up and stitch it into something else, even if it was a muddy green - just the right kind of muddy green to be dinosaur-coloured, although Sammy claimed that dinosaurs might have been multicoloured or even covered in feathers.

Anyway, Dean kept Dad’s shirt in a separate pocket of his bag, so that it wouldn't mix anymore with his own clothes.   And sometimes, when Dad had been away a while, maybe a couple or a few weeks, and Dean was getting that feeling like everything was just too much and he needed something… Well, when that happened, he'd wait for Sammy to go to sleep, then he’d slide off his own bed onto the floor and pull Dad's shirt out, and kneel there in the dark, holding the bundle of worn fabric in his arms, hugging it to his chest and then pressing it against his face.  And he’d breathe in the fading scent of Dad’s aftershave and his leather jacket and his… his adultness.

And then he’d put it carefully back and get into bed and go to sleep. 

So he wasn’t using Dad’s shirt.  He gave Sammy everything he could - but he couldn’t give that.  Not that as well.

#supernatural #fanfic #wip #book day #waiting for my chemo #just wrote this #😢

[flittermousemoth]

Apologies to The Night

I want to apologize to the moon.

Last night I didn't look at her

Because he told me to,

It wasn't her fault.

I want to apologize to the stars,

For getting them caught up,

In this game I am playing,

With someone irrelevant

I want to apologize to the night sky,

I never meant to neglect you,

Over matters of my heart,

The one that,

Doesn't.

Even.

Exist.

To the midnight air,

I promise to love you harder,

Some other time.

I am sorry.

-A.M. 1/7/23 12:42 pm

#my poem #my poetry #poem #just wrote this #bpd #aro poetry #aromantic poetry #aromantic post #aro

[mothervvoid]

1/1, 2k wc

Kagemane was a lot like tug-of-war, his father had told him once.

"You’re all out of wack, Shikamaru, you need rest. If you don’t you’re going to fucking die, and I will not be letting that happen.”

#2k words of nothing but whump #i forgot all abt febuwhump btw #just wrote this #naruto fanfic #naruto fanfiction #shikamaru fanfic #shikaino #YES ITS SHIKAINO #its not that prominent but i did in fact write it w shikaino in mind #woe! a new mothervvoid fic be upon ye!

[sadiahakim]

People just harp on the significance of one's character, soul, morals, vibes, and core values. The truth is, everyone treats you according to your semblance and where you stand in the society.

Sadia Hakim

#sadiahakim #writers on tumblr #words #she said it #she said what she said #she writes #she speaks #she says #omg yes #this is my life #just wrote this #but the truth is #but the thing is #the truth #books & libraries #aesthetic #positivity #beautiful quote #quotes #writer's of pakistan #alpharune #art #life quote tumblr #perfect #spilled truth #truth is #sad but true #sad but ok #sad but funny

[purplepotionn]

I just be vibin on my own in my zone, but ion feel alone

I just wanna be left alone

Baby don’t even ring my phone

Caller on decline I had to hit dnd oh no

Hit that dnd , dinner and dick

Then I left her lone…

Yuh.

And she wanted it like that

So I go and flip a pack

Spent it so I got it back

Baby u can’t have me back

Yeah u left and that was that

It ain’t no emotions hurt

Put those feelings in the dirt

Where I left them?

Yeah they burned

Buried them

U married them

Now I’m nothing but a flirt

But it’s okay it’s okay

This the way that I prefer

Yeah.

#idk what this is #is what it is #poetry #journal #vibes #just wrote this #nightphotography #nightlife

[writerins]

Know that I’m lonely

Do you ever wish you were in a relationship?

Many times have I gotten this question

Many times I act to ponder upon it as if I don’t have the answer already

I say “No, I’ve never wished that”

I push that lie into your head

I set it up as if im unbothered

Unfazed about my own loneliness

In your eyes I wish to be indifferent about the idea of love and another

I wish to seem as if I don’t think about it late at night

The truth is, I want touch

I want conversation

I want late night holding as we watch a movie

I want to be desired by another

To be wanted by someone else is my guilty displeasure

I crave the gaze

I crave the emotion

I crave I crave I crave

I would never say it out loud

I would never let the universe know that I’ve been lonely forever

I would never let anyone know of my vulnerability

I will live lonely and I will die lonely

When I do they’d never feel bad

They’d never know how lonely I truly am

No one will ever know

#female poets #excerpt from a book i'll never write #writerscorner #writers and poets #writers #writerslife #writers on tumblr #female writers #writer things #i wrote this at midnight #i wrote this for me #i wrote this instead of sleeping #so i wrote this #just wrote this #i wrote it #loneliest #lonesome

[im-traumatised]

Perhaps one day I'll find myself, meeting my mother for coffee. Standing before her, a completely different person. Seeing the look on her face at the difference, from the short hair, to the exhuberant clothes, to the intense look behind my eyes. Both more independent then she could ever control and more disabled then she'd ever have truly loved.

We sit at the table, I look dead into her aging eyes and It's clear to her I don't have to be here, that for once in my pathetic life I hold the power in the situation. She doesn't need to know the reality of nauseating fear and doubt simmering below the surface of my concrete disposition. All she needs to see is the definitive fact that this is only happening because I allowed it. For once the decision was mine...

And so she cries...

Her words reach no further then a

"Hello," as the single utterance breaks her.

Turmoltuious waves crashing against her, a storm of years passed. She just cries. An unmeasurable amount of tides and ripples change us through the passage of time, and of that she is entirely faced with, as I sit before her... Quiet and new.

So finally I whisper back, "Hello."

And I dare not admit... That I then begin to cry too.

#idk where this came from tbh but I just sat here dissociating and daydreaming and flickering between triggered and shit #just wrote this #not sure how to feel about it honestly #think my mums just been on my mind a lot lately #been lonely and scared i guess... then realised she probably wouldn't even recognise me if she saw me now #AceofDragons #vent #mum #actually traumatised #find later

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

#talk tag #IT KILLS ME. REIGEN IS NOT MOB'S DAD. HE HAS A DAD. INGO IS NOT AKARI'S DAD. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CAN ANYONE HEAR ME #(not even necessarily to say that ingo is in his late 20s but still) #(even if he was a 30-40-50 year old no matter how old he is no fucking teenager is gonna call some guy they met as a 15 year old ''dad'') #GAI IS NOT A FATHER FIGURE TO ROCK LEE HE WAS LIKE 13 WHEN HE WAS BORN! PLEASE!!!!!!!! #one time i saw that a ​person wrote a fic where mario was like a father figure to luigi. #they are TWIN BROTHERS. #not what this about but idk where else i can say anything about this. #just horrible #also sometimes someone is just An Older Friend like no familial relationship just a friend or acquaintance who is a lot older than you

[sandinmybed]

No see results option, I'm forcing you to perceive yourself. rb for more results pls

#Tumblr polls #polls #this post has 14k notes and i only just noticed i wrote plus not pls

[alicedusstuff]

LIKE THE SUN AND THE MOON

Je me sentais juste d’humeur à écrire un truc bête. Donc...voil0. Une petite nouvelle sans but. 

_FRENCH PART_

Cela faisait un moment déjà que Macaque et Wukong s’étaient lancés dans une dispute silencieuse. Ce n’était pas grand chose vraiment; chacun restait juste dans son coin, essayant de son mieux d’ignorer la présence de l’autre pour gagner cette nouvelle guerre ridicule. Macaque aurait pu se contenter de partir, et ne laisser aucune nouvelle pendant des jours; mais il avait décidé que rester là où Wukong pouvait voir qu’il était en colère serait plus amusant. Alors, il boudait au pied de la maison du singe de pierre, essayant de concentrer son regard sur MK pour ne pas croiser le regard de Wukong.  Pour Wukong; ce fut plus simple; ou du moins, MK aurait pensé que ce serait le cas. Le singe de pierre était occupé à l’entraîner après tout. Mais contre toute attente, les yeux de Wukong n’arrêtaient pas de naturellement chercher à se poser sur la forme de Macaque avant de se détourner au moment où il s’était assuré que ce dernier était toujours là.  L’action était d’autant plus frustrante que le roi n’avait aucun mal à battre son élève alors que son attention n’était clairement pas pleinement porté sur lui. MK laissa l’étouffante situation se dérouler, jusqu’à ce qu’il n’en puisses plus. Il éloigna Wukong de lui avec son bâton; et le claqua violemment sur le sol pour avoir l’attention de ses deux mentors. 

-Quand allez vous faire la paix tous les deux ? Je pensais que vous étiez cool après que l’on ai tout fini avec la dame d’os.

Wukong et Macaque échangèrent un regard que MK intercepta tout de suite; avant que les deux singes ne décident d’éviter le regard de l’autre. MK vibra sur place à cause de la colère; mais essaya d’agir en adulte; et pris une grande inspiration.  -Ok. Très bien. Je ne veux pas vous voir tant que vous n’aurez pas résolu votre problème du jour. -Gamin, attends! Mk n’a pas attendu le roi singe. Il est partit immédiatement après ses mots. S’il ne prenait pas de mesures drastiques; il savait que les deux singes allaient simplement continuer à garder la tension monter jusqu’à ce qu’elle explose. Il valait mieux percer l’abcès de suite.  Le roi singe se tourna vers Macaque en fronçant les sourcils. Il se pencha ensuite, les mains sur les hanches, avant de blâmer le singe de l’ombre pour le départ de son élève. Macaque leva les yeux au ciel. Il n’était pas d’humeur à écouter les idioties de Wukong. Pourtant, son corps de figea de lui même, ses poils se hérissèrent, prêts à se battre avec celui qui l’agressait verbalement; et il gronda en retour. Ce après quoi, Wukong râla de frustration, à ce moment à cours de répartis. Il décida de rentrer chez lui, et passa devant Macaque, en colère.   Macaque le laissa faire. Il ne pensait pas que c’était une bonne idée de suivre le sage en ce moment. Malgré tout, l’avertissement de MK lui revint en tête. Le gamin serait il vraiment capable de refuser de le voir pour une dispute avec Wukong ? Macaque ne voulait pas savoir jusqu’où MK était sincère dans ses mots. Alors, il suivit Wukong à contrecœur, et s’assit sur le canapé, à l’opposé de Wukong. Tous deux avaient cessés de se disputer. Rien n’avait été dit; mais le froid de plus tôt s’était réchauffé.  Cela n’empêchait pas que leur problème était résolu. Bien au contraire; il resterait certainement là encore une éternité. Il était beaucoup plus profond que n’importe quel mal. Ils ne pourraient jamais le réparer.  “du moins, pas tant que Wukong ne le veilles pas.“  Les pupilles de Macaque se posèrent sur Wukong à cette pensée. Et il repensa à pourquoi ils se disputaient en premier lieu. Macaque se demanda pourquoi Wukong l’avait abandonné. Il s’interrogea sur pourquoi le roi singe l’avait tué; et; c’est en connaissant la réponse qu’il leva les yeux vers la télévision.  Wukong surpris le mouvement brusque du coin de l’œil et porta son attention sur Macaque quelques secondes avant de détourner le regard. Lui aussi pensait à se réconcilier avec Macaque. Mais il ne le pouvais tout simplement pas. Il ne l’accepterais jamais. Tout s’était bien passé entre eux ces derniers mois; et Wukong avait pensé que lui et Macaque auraient pu redevenir amis; mais il avait fallu que Macaque lui dise qu’il voulait redevenir un avec Wukong.  La demande l’avait pris de cours. Puis, la peur et la panique s’étaient transformés en colère; et une dispute a éclaté. Wukong n’avais pas pu le supporter. Comment pourrait il jamais refaire un avec son plus vieil ami? Comment Macaque osait il souhaiter le laisser seul à nouveau ? En soit; les deux entités s’étaient séparées depuis si longtemps que cela fait une éternité que Wukong avait oublié que Macaque n’était qu’une partie de lui. Ils avaient vécus si longtemps en tant que deux être à part; toujours avec des opinions opposés; que le roi singe avait oublié d’où venait le singe de l’ombre.  Wukong serra les poings en se rappelant des paroles de Macaque quand il est venu lui demander de refaire un à nouveau . Le singe de l’ombre avait clamé être fatigué de toujours le chercher pour finir par être blessé. Il avait crié à Wukong qu’il ne voulait pas mourir; mais qu’il ne voulait pas non plus continuer leur relation étrange. Alors, il avait demandé à disparaître de la façon la plus simple qu’il connaisse. En ne formant plus qu’un avec Wukong à nouveau. Macaque et Wukong étaient la lune et le soleil; l’ombre et la lumière; des partenaires inséparables; et les deux faces d’une même pièce.  “Deux corps pour un esprit“ avait un jour dit l’empereur de jade. Wukong porta son attention vers l’écran lorsque le personnage principal à se mis à tirer sur quelqu’un. Puis, trouvant la trame du film ennuyeux, reposa son attention sur Macaque.  -Suis je plus inintéressant que le film?  Wukong sursauta quand le reflet de son propre regard de cuivre le regarda fixement. Macaque frappa son pied sur le sien pour le sortir de sa stupeur. - Comme si… Bouda Wukong en retournant les coup de pieds à Macaque. Ils s’amusèrent à se frapper les pieds un moment jusqu’à finalement s’arrêter, satisfait de la façon dont ils avaient mis fin à leur dispute sans avoir à s’expliquer auprès de l’autre. Wukong sourit. Il n’y avait personne qui le comprenait mieux que Macaque. Il n’y avait personne qui l’attirait plus que le singe à la fourrure de jais. Comment pourrait il jamais l’autoriser à le laisser partir ? -On devrait avertir MK qu’on a fait la paix. -Flemme d’aller le chercher.

-Et si on commande des nouilles ?

Macaque souris à la proposition de Wukong, et accepta.

-C’est toi qui payes.

_ENGLISH PART_

#lmk shadowpeach #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #fanfictionLMK #just a draft #just wrote this

[wayfaringauthorofficial]

WIP excerpt?/start of something new

My jumpsuit is itchy as I wiggle back into it after my shower, drying my hair with two men at my sides. The eyes of the other girls are trained on me, their whispers filling the air. All of their voices are low, but I know what they’re saying about me. I’ve heard it all before. At least this nightmare will be behind me in a few hours, according to my lawyer. Maybe my dad’s money finally did me a favor. Maybe I’ll get to prepare for whatever comes next in my own home, rather than behind bars.  

We’re about to head to the common area, to have however much social time they’re allotting us for the day when a guard steps up to us. “Lawrence! You made bail, somehow. Let’s go.” He means me. But my new peers don’t want to accept it. So the room falls silent, even though everyone knows a few want to take a shiv to my neck. I swallow the lump in my throat and try to appear composed because I should be excited- thrilled- that my family was able to help me like this. But I’m not. I’m terrified because I know what’s expected of me… and this is out of line.

I step up to the wall and feel the metal of handcuffs pinch my wrists as they take me to the other side of the prison. His hand is too rough on my arm, but I can’t say that. I can’t say anything. My rights are incredibly limited until I walk out those front doors; the guard and I both know that. Bags rustle behind me, containing the few items I had on me when I was detained. And I remember that moment, just as I’ll remember it for the rest of my life, because of how wrong it was. What’s it going to take to convince them of the truth?

#amwriting #female writers #just wrote this #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #new wip #writeblr #writing something #writing process #had this idea for a while #try years

[onioneyez]

He's very easily peer pressured

(Edit: I meant by the goats)

Prints!

#gos2spoilers #I mean I literally just wrote down a spoiler #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 fanart #good omens fanart #crowley fanart #Coping with the ending by bullying Crowley #Triangle headed Mia Thermopolis ass demon #i love him #onioneyezart

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail'' #ah tumblr... #writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" ..... #no.... not really..... #idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing... #this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey. #idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me. #i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum