I Don't Believe In Superstitions But When I Saw The Moon Spilling Its Bloody Light Over The Water, I

I don't believe in superstitions but when I saw the moon spilling its bloody light over the water, I could almost understand what the ancients must've felt like to see a blood-soaked pearl watching their every move

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

My thoughts exactly

sometimes i wonder what must it be like

to have a father you can talk to

without your breath getting stuck in your throat

or your heart pounding so hard like it'd burst

i wonder what it's like to have a father

you are not afraid of.

sometimes i wish i had a normal relationship

with the one man I'm supposed to trust in my life

instead, I'm afraid of him as am I

of any other man who comes my way

maybe this is what my life is going to be

always running away from every man I've known.

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

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

"My child is fine-"

Your child is so lonely and emotionally numb that they cope by living in a dream world to the point where they are terrified of living in reality itself