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I need to the chained up the second autumn starts

14 sept 2024

The boys at school have starting wearing jumpers again. I should be chained up and only released when they’re in short sleeve shirts again. Send troops to contain this teenaged girl gnawing at a mid boy because he’s got a jumper on.

Anyways,

any wildest fantasies?

being loved or something

something something annabeth being made the villan in every critial percabeth is icky

23rd jan 2024

every post ive seen that is critizing percabeth (do what you want i find it very interesting so see other perspectives) ALWAYS and i mean ALWAYS makes annabeth out to be an abusive demeaning belittleing bitch and for what reason? oh yeah because shes a girl (a smart strong girl) and percy is helpless and abused and weak and cant run away (a bad sterotype for abuse victims also but no one critizies that in the books just how annabeth is an abuser)

just a little weird to me thats all

anyways,

When Adam bit the apple he did it because he trusted Eve. Because he loved her. Adam bit into the apple because the woman he loved told him to, no matter what God said. No matter the rules of heaven. What's heaven to a woman's love anyway? What's God to your wife? The first sins of humanity, were trusting others. Eve trusted a snake, Adam trusted Eve, and I trust you. Maybe that's a sin, just like the first couple. Maybe everyone's right about us and we're sinners and we offend God. But like I said, what's God to a woman's love anyway? What has heaven got that I can't find sitting next to you on a cool autumn morning?

an old description writing

23rd jan 2024

but this is from like december i wanna say (13th november to be exact)

There is no wind. the salt is carried up to my nose in thick waves, no wind to blow it away. i slam the car door, old paint and rust crumble into my hand like ironic summer snowflakes. i swipe them away, turning to focus on the sea. the stone ledge burns and its sharp corners scrape my legs. i say nothing.

Almost i lie and say i see france, the shiny, salt coated swimmers paddling thier way across the channel, small sun-scorched children mimic french revolutions with sandcastles and cruel older brothers kick them over, revolution hungry seagulls swoop down chopping the heads off of chips. i remember the winters of gulls nesting far from the beach, where snow meets sand and the winter bite takes my mind away from the nausiatingly still day.

i remember winter, not too long ago, not long to come. violent whiplash between small giggles bubbling up from the beach and silent crunches of snow. grease lined smoke, thick smells and some gauge nostalgia always will break for crisp cold air, smoke rises from your mouth as you speak, i wish i could hear you speak, to ice capped waves, to salty snow, to frozen stone ledges where your clothes stick. you always hated summer and so i will in some Machiavellian remembrance of the person i used to know.

an alarm rings on my phone, the parking meter has run out. cold coins fall into the machine, ill have another hour. maybe ill plunge into the sea, swim as far as i can and stare back at the landscape of families and umbrellas, comedically oversized for the children underneath. an old church next to seemingly more rundown souvenir shops, the car i remember you driving in, the lampposts you tried to climb, the walls you spray painted. maybe ill go over to calais, join a family there with bright bathing suits and picnic baskets i can almost see now. its beautiful, the summer is beautiful.

anyways,

Carmy was really like if my girl wants a star she can have a star. If my girl wants chaos menu she can have chaos menu. If my girl wants a chef's jacket she can have a bespoke monogrammed 2k designer one. Whatever she wants she can have it because that's what husbands do for their wives

not even joking his eyes sparkled NOT EVEN JOKING

16th jan 2024

OH MY GOD OAIUWAEGASFO;BOAU;VERJVAUTEIGVBPW *screams into pillow* im actually tweaking. this is genuinely what brainrot is not even joking atp.

let me set the scene:

period 4 physics, we're all cutting sheets and adam goes, measure once cut once and i say isnt it measure twice cut once and i shit you not he turns to face me and smiles and says while giggling slightly "no" AND HIS EYES SPARKLED. LIKE ACTUALLY A GLITTER CROSSED OVER HIS EYES AND MY STOMACH DROPPED HES SO URGH AH HELP

anyways,

watching house

25 Dec 2024

Thinking about symbolism while my hair air dries. Just girl things.

Anyways,

hey i know i asked for constructive criticism but what i actually wanted was for you to tell me i'm extremely talented. and also pretty. sorry if that was unclear