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are you ever like damn why is literally everyone else scared of openly communicating and being direct and truthful and honest

I still remember that night, you know. Even though its been almost a year and we haven't talked since then.

I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to let you stay over. To watch a movie, of all things, after how much you'd hurt me. After you tried to hookup with me just for being trans when you were already engaged to someone across the ocean. After you had rejected me asking you out for the reason that you were taken, I was okay with that because I didn't know, you still wanted other things when I came out to you later.

I still remember you tackling me, over and over, and us both laughing because I didn't mind the joke until our lips kept brushing together too much to be accidental and you bit my neck while I couldn't move away because you're a lot fucking stronger than you look.

God, that was so fucking wrong, that's why I got up from the couch and went to my room. But you followed me and tackled me onto my bed and did the same until you were fucking straddling me and holding my arms down again. I was trying to get away from you, to breathe and tell myself you were just joking around as a friend. I wasn't inviting you in there.

I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't looked so uncomfortable and told you to leave.

Its been a year and we haven't talked since but I still remember that night like it was a week ago. But I bet you don't remember at all, do you?

Most recent drawing attempt

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I can't seem to figure out how to draw eyes in a style that I like. Also the bunny ears are hard!! I prefer doing cat ears lol.

Newt Day 2023

Haha, I found this silly poem I wrote for year 10 english.

(from the perspective of thomas)

Page 250

“Please, Tommy. Please.”

The remnants of his sanity

He pours acid in my ears

It eats into my brain

Compressed

Between the shell

Of a retired ally

And the unforgiving tarmac

Excavating my skin

Compressed

Between a drowning dread

And the dawn of guilt

Life and death in my grip

As the first is slipping

From his

His eyes

Level with mine

But I

Do not see them

Only two

Empty tunnels

With one

Inevitable

End.

me when i almost get run over by a white mitsubishi evo