Sometimes I Call Myself NBLW And Then I Remember That I'm Aroace

Sometimes I call myself NBLW and then I remember that I'm aroace

Just remembered the time when I wrote an entire article on living fossils on Word on the family tablet instead of doing Regular Nine Year Old Train Journey Stuff. The autism was definitely going strong in me back then

"Love is what makes us human" Wrong, my ability to write poetry about the moon is what makes me human

Books that explore the intricacies of the human psyche are my jam. I love reading books that contain passages so deep and understanding of the way you tick that you have to put the book down and breathe for a moment because mere ink from the pen of a person who lived and died centuries before you just ripped your innards out for all the world to gaze at

"Not all men-" You're right, Alyosha Karamazov would never

My gender is a void, a void containing a myriad of swirling galaxies, pulsing nebulae and white-hot quasars. Just like the universe, it's true identity can never be known by myself, much less anyone who has never experienced it