Thewisperwitch - The Weird-ass Bitch Next Door

the urge to spontaneously combust is great.

The call of food is *slightly* greater.

a thing that bleeds

Blood.

The liquid that flows within us, Proving that we live.

We are things and creatures that bleed. So that must mean that we are the things that live.

You have a beating heart, And blood rushing through your veins.

You must be a thing that lives.

You must be human, Or something along that road.

I had the same.

The blood that once flowed through my veins, Are now rubies upon my brow.

I sacrificed so much to get where I am, I've bled and given all I have.

Am I still alive? Am I even human anymore?

You with your heart of gold that bleeds, Tell me, Am I still me?

When I am no longer a thing that bleeds.

Trust made of dust and bones

Trust is like a chalkboard.

Covered in words and phrases and actions, Written with a chalk made of dust and bones.

It's easy to erase, But the chalk is so hard to make.

I always used to wonder, Why didn't we use ink instead?

Write it on paper? With the ink made of blood.

Its more permanent, It lasts longer.

I think I understand why we use chalk now.

Any mistake made in ink can never be fixed.

It can be hidden, It can be covered with more ink,

But it's always there.

We have to work hard to make the chalk, When ink is so easy.

We have to treasure the chalk, But we don't worry about the mistakes made in it.

The ink made of blood is far to easy to make, Far to easy to write with, Far too easy to mess up.

When you mess up once, It can never be fixed.

With chalk, You can just wipe it away.

Spilled ink is forever ink astray.

guess who just learned two Italian cuss words?

*gestures to myself*

This person!

yall know that one audio where a woman yells STEVEN in an Irish/Scottish (I genuinely cannot tell which) accent?

Imagine Danny and Damian's reunion goes like this:

At a gala (Danny is unfortunately vlads heir)

Damian: DANYAL!

Danny, freezing:

Damian: I thought you were dead!

(please tell me I did not hallucinate a whole audio)

its shedding season

You all know what that means

It's time to get out the loom.

Hopefully this year my skin actually fits

Help them

LGBT+ refugees in Gorom Camp, South Sudan, are currently facing hunger, no clean water or medical care, and daily threats. The war in Sudan has made things worse, and some of them are in hiding, are injured or have lost their lives.

Below is their mission statement

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Dear friends

I am Frank Qum an LGBTQ person in a sudan refugee camp. I and my fellow LGBTQ refugees face a lot of challenges including homophobia, hunger, lack of medication, lack of bedding and so many other challenges.

We are aiming at raising 5,000 USD to cover all those expenses so that LGBTQ people can get essential necessities like pads, food, medication and bedding so that they aren’t pressured into prostitution. Anything you can give will be of much help towards our survival however small it may be.

We thank you for standing with us in this horrible and traumatizing situation.

yours faithfully

Frank Qum.

HELP THEM

@humanrightsdefenerz32

gofundme.com

Donate to Support Frank Qum and LGBTQ Refugees in Sudan, organized by Benji Stewart

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the balcony

(TW for suicidal themes at the end)

The balcony.

My most prominent memory is of the balcony, Leaning against the railing and staring longingly into the sea of stars above my head.

A whisp of a memory from when I was an infant, My mother holding me, Standing on the balcony.

No matter what had happened each day, I always found my way back to the balcony at its end.

My fifth birthday, My sixth, My seventh, All the way through my fifteenth, At every party, The balcony was where I hid.

I met my best friend there, My crush asked my out there, My mother died there.

And that is where I became queen.

Now, So much time has passed, A cycle at least.

Of which cycle I cannot tell, But it is much time nonetheless.

I stay trapped here, On this balcony.

The balcony where my life began, I am trapped.

But I cannot leave.

If I leave they will be forgotten, The people of the balcony memories.

If they are forgotten, They never existed at all.

I am trapped in this balcony.

This balcony where my life began, This balcony where it shall end.

And as I lay there, Looking up at the stars, with the balcony just barely in view, I wonder.

And I hope this will not happen anew.