Sapphire Bianca

I'm writing a new book!! Its called Red Cherry Blossom and its SAPPHIC!! The plot involves two girls, the stereotypical hero and villian. The hero and villian are childhood friends lol

currently rewriting the whole Mystics series pray for me

Hallo, person who has the most cringey name on wattpad I know.. :)

Its meh bday

how is everyone today?

This just in, I think I'm a trans boy :D

Okay I have never been so scared in my life, it is not okay. My poems, they're right. I am so afraid of men.

You know what I wonder, dear audience of few? Why in fairytales the women always get saved by a man. I sure as hell was never saved by a man. No prince or king. They made my life worse. I was saved by queens. The queen of hearts, queen of diamonds, queen of spades, queen of clubs... I was saved by pink roses and princesses smiles that were so happy you'd cry. In my stories, real life stories, romance isn't a savior. Its a sideline. For romance isn't life. Romance is the sunsetting or a sun rising of the day; it's only a small part of a whole. A beautiful one, but your truest savior is not the one you hold dearly. It's the one you look up too, the one of bravery, of kindness, the one of strength. Not the one that your scared of losing. The one that you go to because you know you'll never lose them.

(Pt 2)
          
           Depression with hints of loneliness, and longing.. longing for one you cannot have, you cannot touch. Longing for one of beauty, of sorrow, of pain, of resilience. The one you'd walk to other galaxies for. The one who shakes your soul like earthquakes do. Maybe one day you can escape from this pain, this annoyance, maybe one day you can grab her and hold her tighter than ever. A lack of trust, lack of belief. Harm has been done such a long time ago. I have no shield, I have no sword, for my excalibur has yet to be seen. A world where I'm of a target. An unjust society. Rights taken away from me right underneath my feet. You say were overdramatic, but who's the one treated like an item, and called a slut for being romantically involved with more than one person? Who's the one being overly sexualised for not only being a woman, but also loving other women? Do you know how men fantasize over my kind? Lesbians. It's horrifying how when I came out to my mom, when said herself the first thing that came to her mind was the derogatory term. And why do I have a fear of being raped when I'm alone or even with only my mother? Why do I have a fear for my sister? I've already been abused and accused once. I already been groomed, violated, and manipulated. Harrassed all my life and told 'boys wi be boys', and I'm done. My dearest father, I know you're scared for me, but I'm a million times worse for myself. There is a difference between feeling sympathy for the victim, and BEING the victim. I love you dearly but your protection has error. For you cannot protect me if you do not teach me how to wield Arthors Sword." -Me

"As I fade away, still a sight, but a feeling, an emotion of invisibility, as my house creaks and shakes, howling winds keeping me up, as the emptiness I call a void shakes up my soul, I fall deeper into such hole. I feel myself lost in the unforgiving void, choice and happiness is no more, for what I do is just instinct and mere survival. I feel overwhelmed by such emotions, or lack of emotions. Whatever it's called, it feels as if soul-less. Grieving mixed with anger.