adorationsit's true, darlingadorations2 months ago in Valentine Exchange More Like This
i have primrose phrases for you
carefully placed into
meant to seriously contain
all the emotion you create
you are more the sun each day
and i'm the patient sea
i was a vacancy
that did not sit well with you
now your furnishings
comfort my indwelt rooms
oh you're a fragrant loom
that i am watching weave
into a beauty unknown
before this date; believe
me when i say that my purpose
is witnessing your patient stitch
from now until
the tapestry fits
waking-cat's morning reflectionyyyyywaking-cat's morning reflection3 years ago in Free Fella More Like This
-ning to wake up
LGBTQ Questionnaire (HOORAY!)1. How long have you known you are part of the LGBT community?LGBTQ Questionnaire (HOORAY!)3 years ago in Miscellaneous More Like This
I suspected I was somewhat different by the age of four and again in my late elementary school years and it carried on in middle school. So, basically all my life.
2. Was it a struggle (emotionally) for you at the beginning?
YES, IT WAS!!! It was like fighting a war!!!! .....it was worth fighting for.
3. How did you start to discover your sexuality? (Example, thoughts, feelings ex)
Well I've had crushes as early as 5 years old...on both men and women.But at the time, there was no one to talk about it and I never knew it had a name. I didn't worry too much about it though. I was very carefree at that age. In middle school, I was confused because I got the notion that girls are supposed to be with boys and boys with girls, case closed. I was 20 when I realized my desires had a name.
4. What part of the LGBT community do you belong to? (Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, ex)
I go by pans
Dreams of the DeepPaul's whole world was spinning. The Proxitol made it incredibly difficult for him to think clearly. Maya? Yes, her name was Maya. She had told him it would only be a few days, that the thing inside would dissolve. She'd been wrong, and she'd been surprised that she'd been wrong, not that it mattered. Resting his head against the cool porcelain of the toilet in the cell he called a room, PaulDreams of the Deep2 years ago in Writing More Like This
could almost laugh about how this all seemed like some ridiculous dream. But the pain, the disorientation, and the feeling of...something inside...assured him it was anything but.
The growth had started spreading again, but it was different this time. The iridescent scales had formed
patches around his hips, wrapped around his waist, and then branched out into two separate lines that
ran up and gathered around his shoulder blades, sprouting opaque sacs.
That night he dreamed of an ocean, somewhere far, far away. Something large and shapeless, sparkling like a star-covered
Odyssey II Ch.8 Entry: BrethrenMaya wore confusion on her face.Odyssey II Ch.8 Entry: Brethren2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Paul had always been short with words; this time would be no different.
"I know everything now."
Maya watched as he floated upwards through the hole in the ceiling.
There was no time to tell her what he had seen. What it was like to die while psychically connected to another being and how, in that moment, the mind-soul rides that tether like a roller coaster searching for the end of the track. That he rode that tether through the mind of Tal'shen and then into its mother, witnessing their lives, truths and stories.
No time to explain that he knew her race, perhaps better than her. That for millennia these stained glass people worshiped science as humans worshiped gods, and evolved a culture of unraveling the complex mysteries of the mathematical universe. They were a race that evolved exponentially because each was dedicated to self-improvement. He saw that, over time, there was a great shift - physical and mental - and an age came to pass when their mi
While Driving in the Suburbs on Valentine's DayI’m sure of nothing, no one;While Driving in the Suburbs on Valentine's Day2 months ago in Valentine Exchange More Like This
we’ll never be ourselves.
Our lone device is left to searching
through bins and vessels
on drives and circles
one by one, houses upon houses
secreting pills and thoughts and air
behind their stealthy doors and bellies.
I stab into each of their ugly little anthems.
What is mine?
What is mine.
Windows caught on Christmas trees
the pale hypnosis of television
bleeding through curtains drawn to a slit.
What dares to go on living in there?
Dawn comes drunk and begging
shrill and shameless, undiscerning
‘till the string breaks high above the plains
‘till it’s engorged on everything
the hairline crack in a potted blue sage
the lip of the gutters haunted by cats.
Houses are holding things close to their lungs
moistened in darkness, a glorious sadness
that no one's allowed. Left out! We're left out
of unholy communions, distensions of time.
I've only the rumors to cradle my demons
and only your face, sw
Thank You ChuggaaconroyThank You Chuggaaconroy By TheSonicKid131.Thank You Chuggaaconroy2 years ago in deviant Rembrances More Like This
Thank You Chugga! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't know what Earthbound is. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't know what Okami and Okamiden is. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't know the Runaway Guys at all. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have a Youtube account. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have the Team Chuggaaconroy page on Facebook.
THANK YOU CHUGGA!