Asexual
She/Her

"I wake up fine and dandy but then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing, I go up up up up up to the ceiling
Then I feel my soul start leaving, like an old man's hair receding 
I'm pleading please, oh please on my knees repeatedly asking 
Why it's got to be like this, is this living free
I don't want to be the one
Be the one who has the sun's blood on my hands I'll tell the moon
Take this weapon forged in darkness
Some see a pen I see a harpoon~"
-Ode to Sleep, Twenty One Pilots


skin isn't ｐａｐｅｒ don't cut it.
Your face isn't a ｍａｓｋ, don't hide it.
Your size isn't a ｂｏｏｋ, don't judge it.
Your life isn't a ｆiｌｍ, don't end it.
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