Summary: This is the story of a bookish blonde and a headstrong heroine who realize they have more in common than they thought at first glance.
I don’t want to be afraid (Coming out)
I don't want to be afraid Yet I always am I don't want to be ashamed But I don't know if I can Be brave Be strong Instead of hiding behind this mask I want to admit my insecurities But I'm to afraid I know they will be supportive of me Why can't I be…
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A swipe Pulling my pen Across a blank sheet of paper A smear of ink Follows my hand The start to a rainbow
I Want To Be Loved- Ch. 2
My mother’s face has always shown her emotions well. Even when I was a kid I could predict if she was disappointed, worried, stressed, or joyful. The point is my mom is a readable person, you usually know what she is thinking. This was not the case today. Her emotions were different than I had…
a thousand miles to the east
it’d be a thousand miles to the east and almost two thousand miles to the west but I am willing to fly, drive, take a bus, or walk, across those stretches of land so that I can hug my partners so that I can kiss them and cuddle them and just be with them for…
Grave Digger
tw: gender dysphoria What am I doing wrong? Her visits are rare and cruel. She uses a knife and digs it into the wounds she helped create. She says my name in a grave, knowing that I mourn its loss. But can I criticize? I'll just be pushing her away. I miss her. But it's…
I Want To Be Loved- Ch. 1
Ari West is in the closet with anxiety, and when her homophobic mom finds her sister’s pride flag, the future is uncertain. It smells like home, but it’s black, dark, and empty. I can feel my favorite blanket on my arm but it’s not there. There is nothing here, just me. I can feel the…
Ceiling of Stars
This is the story of Quinn and Charlie's first date together. When I look over at her, she is staring at the ceiling of stars above us. Once again, I am reminded why I love her so much, it’s the curiosity she possessed. It wasn’t outward, she never really asked what she was wondering…
so love
Hate spews Hate burns Hate tricks Hate destroys Hate rips and tears Hate takes all that's well And makes it wrong. All that's loved Suddenly gone. It rips families and friends To pieces It wrongly convicts And strips those of what's needed. Hate breaks. So love. Love mends old wounds Love resolves old tunes Love…
collision
we met at the collision of words and summer storms laughing in purple hoodies and spreading our hair through warm grass we forgot the reasons we shouldn’t and locked fingers under streetlights, too busy making memories out of mosquito bites to remember the rest of the world we drowned our feelings in the sparkling rain…
