Would only let me come with him once, the thing was shining lightly in the dark like fresh spit, and its eyes were like tree roots. Sticks with me, the look on my uncle’s face. Dude died in a clown car accident years later
ALnd hug my decaying turmoil.Aet the vines and creepers grow awry
Bnd my body rots deep in the soil,
Iut Father, when I die,
M fear it will remain forever.
Iy grief is ugly and heavy,
I don't like who I am either.
am sorry for being me,
Yall can have 6 side jobs & a 9-5, ruin ur mental health entirely just to pay bills / never be home, or can struggle to purchase basic necessities and TRY to enjoy home life lol. ITS AN ECONOMIC CRISIS. it’s not about more work.
I woke up to a notification on his phone early in the morning while he was still asleep. i did not think much but what happened last night hit me and I had to go through his messages. I opened his archive and there it was someone from his class, a girl. I read their texts.
The stories we write aren’t merely fiction they become real universes, and the characters inside them experience their own lives as reality. Under this rule, we humans would essentially be gods to the characters we create.
when I finally know you— what will you do when I flinch the first time you move too fast? is there offense when you hear a tremble as I ask whether I’ve upset you? do you see it opportunistic as the others did, or will you hold me? would you ask why? … will I lie to you?
tnhe lines of their palm that fitwervous. concentrating. happy.
that sounds they make when
the flecks of gold in their eyes.
o finding out their favorite foods.
If you’re here for my tabletop opinions like Dungeons & Dragons stuff, I wrote about the philosophy of 4e’s design, and a long-form examination of the prestige classes in the Complete Arcane from 3.5 D&D.