I Do Think Theres Something Sad About How Largely Only The Literature That's Considered Especially Good

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An asexual and pansexual become room-mates and have wacky adventures

The show is called ‘All or Nothing’

Baby creek bed

Unmute for purrs

Yes, sure, my trauma affected me.

Do you know what else affected me?

Dancing under the glow of LED strip lights with my best friend at 3am. The pair of shoes my godmother gave me with the cute little bows that I wear for good luck. My girlfriend laughing so hard at my joke she had tears on her face. The hours and hours I’ve spent scribbling in the margins of books. Buying the ugliest sweater at goodwill because it made all my friends grin. Listening to that song on repeat while I swayed through the halls at school, smiling in response to all the weird looks people sent me.

I’m never going to just be the bad parts. I refuse to be boiled down to just the bad parts. Every moment of my life has affected me in some way, more than even just the parts I remember, and there has been beauty contained within and surrounding all the grotesquities.

There are buildings that you sometimes see, in places where they shouldn't be.

Autumn sunset through a persimmon orchard

Snails. They're cool. And slimy. And probably really chill dudes.

Graduated tadpole. Maybe a frog. Could be a toad. But either way she was a feisty lil fella!