Me: *dehydrated As Fuck*

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.

what if instead of having spell slots, each time we cast a spell, we have to eat a proportional marshmallow? Like, eventually ur gonna become so disgusted by the taste that you can't eat them anymore. And thus, you are out of spells.

thinking

ive been thinking a lot lately.

Am I the reason someone is sad?

What happens after you die?

Does anyone look up to me?

Does somebody use me as a bad example for their kids?

I'm I the hero in somebody's story? Am I the villain?

What would the world be like if I didn't exist?

...

Anyways let's move on.

Ive also been thinking

Death is like rain.

You never think about it until you experience it.

The first time you are made aware of it (be it in a movie, a book, a show or real life) you can't stop thinking about it.

It creeps up on you.

You catch yourself thinking

Is it gonna rain today? (Is someone going to die)

Am I gonna get caught in it? (Am I going to die)

Is my friend going to get caught in the rain? (Is my friend going to die)

Is it going to sprinkle or pour? (Will it be painful or painless?)

And we may be able to move on after it happens, and go about our life, but it's always there.

Looming in the background.

And it will remind you of the fact.

You wish it wouldn't happen again, but you know it will.

At least the rainbows pretty. (At least they are at peace now.)

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.

In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

EDIT: Well this got a lot of attention! I got a few users asking to print or repost my art and I am unimaginably grateful to everyone's interest, especially since it's a really simple drawing I made on a whim haha! Anyone who is looking to print these out to hang or hand out or repost on another platform is free to do so, although I ask you to credit me and let people know it's from my Tumblr profile! If anyone wishes to do anything else with my art or post and wants to clarify what I consent to then they can message me privately and I'll explain! <333 all my love to my queer siblings

EDIT: I made an LGBTQIA+ version with a focus on trans and intersex folks, it's on my pinned if you prefer this version of the acronym.

my biggest achievement is being rickrolled by the country of france

Edit: twice

I'm so bummed man,

Im hanging out with Jerald and I can't take a good picture!

I know it's not his fault he corrupts every picture he is in, but I wanted to show a slefie!

i cannot believe this.

I was wearing my cloak out today and someone called it a cat.

IT IS CLEARLY A BAT! IT HAS BAT WINGS AN EVERYTHING!

I am offended.

I should probably pin on the nose

guess who just learned two Italian cuss words?

*gestures to myself*

This person!