That Nonsexual Intimacy Of Just Being In Each Other's Spaces, Of Gravitating Towards Each Other, Always

Should I be studying? Yes. Am I reading Iron Flame instead? Also yes.

Tired of being an afterthought

A sudden remembrance

Often forgotten, bares no resemblance

To who I want to be

A strong person

Who’s quick on their feet

I know who I am,

And who I am not

And I will not be a fucking afterthought.

Wrote this during my freshman year of college (2019)

I control the narrative, I whisper to myself like a lunatic while the characters in the story I'm writing are not following my orders.

I’ve never done a rainbow shelf before…… 🌈

You hear a knock at your door. When you open it, you find your archnemesis sprawled out just past the threshold, battered, bruised, and very clearly only hanging onto life by a thread. “Sorry. It’s just … I didn’t know where else to go” they mutter as you look down at them.