working on a zine about the intersections of fatness, gender, and growing up online. it's a long time coming and i'm still not sure where it'll take me.
“Oh how do you stay positive when the world is so awful how can you stay positive when our lives are falling apart-“ SPITE!!!!! ITS SPITE GODDAMN IT!!! REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE ANGRY AT THE WORLD AS A TEENAGER?? THAT KID WAS RIGHT AND YES IT FUCKING SUCKS AND NO, ITS NOT FAIR, SO YOU HAVE TO KEEP TRYING TO MAKE IT FAIR!!!!
Hi! do you happen to have any masquerade prompts by chance? Perferably something between two characters with a love-hate dymanic?
We didn’t see this until just now!!! Sorry for the wait
1. Your characters getting along all night, until one of their mask breaks and then it’s right back to the contempt. ( and some confusing new feelings)
2. Your rival wore the same outfit. You now have to try and ruin it as quickly as you can so they go home and change
3. One of your characters thinking they know who the other character is at the ball and being embarrassingly wrong.
4. One searching the whole party for any evidence the other one came.
5. In the weeks before the ball, one launching a campaign to figure out if the other is coming without directly asking.
6. Ditching the approved date to be with this new stranger ( the rival in a mask).
7. Anger that the other one was even invited to the event.
Hope this helps!!!
unavoidable that you will be the villain in someone else's story. You will be painted in an unfavorable light. You will be the irredeemable one. and all of this will happen despite how nice you might usually be or how kind or how respectful or how warm. and you will just have to move on.
its so brave that you have such a 2012-coded url in this 2024 world
would you call a bear brave for standing in a new construction suburb or would you recognize the unfamiliar world they built around him
i hope you meet people with intentions as pure as your own and i hope you travel to all the places you’re curious about and i hope the restaurants you go to have your favorite drink and i hope you always have good dreams when you sleep and i hope the life you live is a fulfilling one
A little cheese some fruit some tea THATS an afternoon
I'll tell you a secret: I felt like I was better. It couldn't happen to me. I was worldly and supported and had a plan and I spoke well and in 2 languages. The world was waiting to unlock itself to my potential. Back then, I had the secret fear that the world was too small for me.
And it happened anyway. The terrible cliché I felt too good for. I got stuck in the home town. Plans didn't work, and suddenly almost a year had passed and I'd spent it in an internship that was my plan H in a place that was my plan Never. And now, with bloody fingernails, I've held on to the easiest dream I had. Not even the pretty, big ones that I thought I'd conquer for fun and joy. The easy one. And I'm sick. Two years at a minimum, first time I've been sick like this. I can do nothing.
Time is running out and university is drawing closer and I was sixteen in a school I hated and I PROMISED myself I wouldn't let it come to this. I wouldn't cave. I'd take the time I want and I'd see the world and I thought I was so prepared. I thought the world was waiting for me. I thought I was so privileged. I thought that meant everything would be butterflies.
Why can't it be butterflies.
Yes, I almost cried feeling cold air on my face in the morning
It made me so happy when I bought three different spices for my tea yesterday.
But please, don't make me find pleasure in the little things. I need those adventures.
I need love, and life. I need big moments with dresses on fire. I need to know that life is big magic, too. I need real tears of joy and explosions.
I know, you're talking of awe. But it feels like you're extending an aiding hand to stroke my hair.
To make a pastel colour not look so muted.
I want it all
I want the princess blue and the nutcracker red
Is that okay? I'd take both, thank you. Here's the change.
(She/her) Hullo! I post poetry. Sometimes. sometimes I just break bottles and suddenly there are letters @antagonistic-sunsetgirl for non-poetry
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