I Sat There On The Bus, The Happiest Moment I Can Remember. We Were Next To Each Other, Hand In Hand.

He has my brain in a chokehold

Don't know how to process this thought but I'll die on the hill that is if deer were people the hunters would be gay asf. Like dude, you keep pieces of them on your wall? Gay as hell. You spend hours in a stuffy box just to get a glimpse of one? Gay as hell. You can talk about them for hours? Gay as hell. We need human hunter x human deer content.

Off he goes...

Why can't I just be a royal dueling a peasant who sold themselves for a place in the guard so they could pay for their mothers illness, raising my sword beneath the bruised ans dirtied peasants chin and telling him to leave and go back to his shack as he grins pathetically and makes some flirty quip with an underlying sad but determined message?

I think about Mary a lot. I think about how she was given a gift from God to birth Jesus. I think about how she was pure, untouched, and praised for her chastity.

And I think about her thoughts. I think about what she felt when she learned she was to give birth. Did she think that she was lucky to be given such a gift, to be able to produce a child from God?

Did she feel dejected, that her purity was rewarded with the same result as impurity, only without the pleasure or love?

Did she feel scared, that a 15 year old such as herself would be a bad mother?

Was she horrified, that her pure body was being invaded by a child she didn't want? A child that told others that she was no longer pure?

Did she feel sick, that her god would punish her with the pains of progeny without having even fully developed, and now she would never be pure again?

Was she miserable, sad that the only way she would be viewed is as a virgin? As a woman who has never felt the love of another? Only a product of what others saw as a good woman?

Did you have a life, wants, and dreams? Did you love someone? Did you hate anyone? Were you ever a person? Did you exist simply as a story? Sweet Mary, are you satisfied with the title of a Virgin, a Mother, and a Christain?

I think kids on elementary school should be allowed to go home whenever they want because when I was younger in this small charter school I remember being outside and eating onion grass and making mud pies then suddenly looking out past the chain link fence and feeling trapped. I heard the bees and the sparrows and the kids playing, and my head buzzed harder and my mind chirped louder and it was awful. I went to my lovely teacher who I thought could be my mom and told her with tears in my eyes that I needed to go home and she told me caringly that I couldn't, the day was only half over and I don't think I've ever liked school since that moment.

My greatest achievement is when I was in a haunted cornmaze and there was sections for different horror movies, and during the beetlegeuse one I started riverdancing because my friends were to scared to go, and the beetlegeuse actor dropped character and just asked me what in the world I was doing.