stargazy_bookworm

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          Good day, sorry for troubling you! I’m trying to find sapphic readers who might be interested in my novels. Maybe you’ll like any of my completed wlw works. Thank you in advance for your interest:
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/258753020-marble-salt-lesbian

*BOOP*! You have been booked. Boop 15 other people. If you get 5 back, you're popular. 10, you're great. 15— I'm jealous :')

just wanted to check and see if I have any fellow kotlc fanpeoples around here since stellarlune came out recently and I have been deceased :D

omgg, just came out to my mom as aromantic asexual and it feels so nice and nonchalant. She was just like, "okay, cool!" I'm so glad I have accepting parents and send my love to anyone whose parents/guardians aren't as understanding. <3

Wrote this poem earlier and scared myself...my hands were shaking for like 5 min afterwards lol. Let me know what you think!
          
          Title: Things That Are Red 
          Crimson leaves float towards the ground
          Crimson skies when the sun sinks down
          Crimson hair in the great north wind
          Crimson cut in the delicate skin
          Crimson knife in a pale hand
          Crimson spills all through the land
          Crimson blood on the beautiful lace
          Crimson gone from the lovely face
          Crimson coffin buried with care
          Crimson tears fall through the air
          Crimson leaves crushed on the ground
          Crimson skies when the sun sinks down
          

I am in a uniquely f*cked up situation with my friend group. Oh no. (I didn't do anything but it's still a big problem and basically I'm one of the only ones still holding us together)

dying inside (in a good way)
          dammit Alice Oseman you've done it again
          Heartstopper episode 2 just squeezed my heart into a teeny tiny cube and then made me burst into a fit of hysterical giggles
          aaah I love it so much 

don't you just hate it when you're doing something like drawing and your brain goes "no no that's bad ew erase it aaah it's so bad pLeAsE sToP" and you're just at the mercy of your own emotions

somethin I wrote a lil while ago I want to share. enjoy! :)
          
          The Planter. It was not her real name, as nobody truly knew it. They simply called her by what she did.
           	She lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of town, surrounded by colorful flowers. Anyone within a few feet’s radius of the shoppe would be enveloped in their sweet, airy aroma. There were all shapes and sizes, some so tropical and foreign that it was a wonder they existed at all.
          As for the woman herself? Her skin was a gorgeous ebony, matching the color of the soil that so nurtured her plants. Her coily hair was a cloud around her head, and was always tucked with flowers. The eyes set in her round face were a soft but brilliant green.
          She had a gardener’s arms, strong from carrying pails of water to the greenery’s beds. She was not extremely tall, but slightly more than average, and sturdily built. When she walked she was light on her feet, almost as if dancing across the ground.
          At least, these are all things I have heard. How much to believe, I do not know. I have never been to visit her before. But don’t you fret! I’ll come her way. I will- I must. Today.

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