Is There Any Worse Feeling Than Finding Out Your Crush Is Straight When Said Crush Is The Same Gender

thank u barbie for showing bi/lesbian solidarity

I just realized it’s pan visibility day! 💖💛💙

wait, do all pansexuals have a point in their life where they’re like “man I wish I was bi/pan” ? because I did the same thing

me, a year ago, compulsively heterosexual, meeting a pan person online: wow! pansexuality. what a beautiful concept. that’s just so wonderful, to love everyone. wouldn’t the world be nice if everyone were pansexual. I WISH I WERE PAN tOo BaD iM sTrAiGhT!

y’all. i said these things. what. how. what.

UPDATE: Wrong pronouns for anxiety friend, they did research and found out they’re nb. I’m out to dwarf friend as well now. I came out to her using an AMAZING character secret reveal during a game of D&D to set it up, and it went great thanks to the incredible DMing of anxiety friend. Anxiety friend will henceforth be referred to as Any (short for Anonymous) and dwarf friend will be referred to as Barrel (in-joke). Barrel and I put together both an amazing outfit for me to wear to the school dance and a way for me to delay coming out to my parent until after said school dance. Unfortunately, this dance is not until later in the school year. That’s it for now!

I just realized it’s been a while, here’s an update on my existence:

- i’m a girl, and i’m not out as one - school’s back, so that’s a thing - made two friends - one is a lesbian with a self-proclaimed resemblance to the dwarves of d&d - the other has anxiety and is a boi - only problem is, he wasn’t born a boi and has religious parents - he’s the only person i’m out to as a girl atm - also my crush, a cis football boi, is an idiot but somehow that makes him cuter I DONT KNOW EITHER

thomas is coming

i have four settings: d&d, ‘the trash man cometh,’ ranibow sprimkle, and dysphoric

Another Venting Poem

Here in the closet, I think / And sometimes I sink / into the void of ink / that is fear and nervousness and so many things. / These things / they feel like stings / from a thousand bees / in my mind, destroying the ease / I hide. / But I hide it. / Bit by bit. / I’ve been in the closet for so long. / I left one, / thought I was done, / but I was wrong. / Now I cry, / ‘Why? / Why did the light catch my eye / from out beyond my reach?’ / Now I feel like I have to hide / deep in side / from all sight / but my own. And I’m scared. What if when I leave the closet / I’ll realize that it / was better inside? / And I wonder. Staring outside / at the sky / wondering why / a rainbow is there. / Is it a sign that people will care / for me? But it’s gone. And the rain / of doubt and pain / and ink / is back and I start to sink / but I scream no! / I will let my face, my colors show! / I don’t want to stay / locked away / where I can only hope and say / maybe one day / it will be okay / to leave. I will make the key! / And everyone will see / who I am! And then I sigh. / Maybe not tonight. / I’m not ready yet. But I’m getting closer.

One fell, and the other rose. They were both going to be in the same place. The angel saw a plane fly past, and the demon felt herself fly out of a lake. They both hit the ground at the same time. The angel stood, and the demon landed on her feet. —————————————

I had an idea for a story, here’s the rough draft

The angel fell. She stared up at Heaven and wept. She wept, and saw her tears streaming out above her. She reached out a hand toward the sky, but there was nothing she could do. All the angel could do was stare and weep. She felt something then. She felt the feathers being stripped from her wings. But she did not cry out. She felt her halo shatter into a hundred thousand pieces she felt those pieces sting her eyes and her back and her legs and her everything. But still, she did not cry out. She whispered something. She whispered “Why? What have I done that is so wrong that I have been cast out of Heaven?” The angel felt her wings begin to change and become leathery. She said no. She felt horns begin to push out from her skull and she said no. The angel felt something fade away from the hundred thousand pieces of her halo. It was replaced with something new and gray. She felt her wings break, and she did cry out, for she did not know what it meant. The angel’s wings healed into something new and gray. She felt the feathers grow back, new and gray, just like the rest of her. The angel felt the pieces of her halo pull themselves out of wherever they were and form anew. She no longer wept, for she had changed. She was stronger now. She smiled. The demon rose. She stared down at Hell and raged. She raged, and saw her tears streaming down into the abyss. She scrabbled for something to pull her toward the depths, but there was nothing she could do. All the demon could do was stare and rage. She felt something then. She felt the skin being stripped from her wings. But she did not cry out. She felt her horns shatter into a hundred thousand pieces she felt those pieces sting her eyes and her back and her legs and her everything. But still, she did not cry out. She screamed something. She screamed “Why? What have I done that is so wrong that not even Hell itself will have me?” The demon felt her wings begin to tear from her back. She said no. She felt her red eyes begin to fade into blindness and she said no. The demon felt something fade away from the hundred thousand pieces of her horns. It was replaced with something new and gray. She felt her wings snap at the joints, and she did cry out, for she did not know what it meant. The demon’s wings healed into something new and gray. She felt feathers grow, new and gray, just like the rest of her. The demon felt the pieces of her horns pull themselves out of wherever they were and form anew. She no longer wept, for she had changed. She was stronger now. She smiled.

I want to post something but idk what to post, so I’m posting about not knowing what to post. Translation: I got bored

So I’m wondering: Does anyone actually care if I post anything about a story I’m working on? It literally only exists because I was bored and the deck of cards I was going to draw was missing two cards.