I’m Like… Physically Incapable Of Reading Books With No Queer Characters. Is That Bad? They’re

epic jinx moment

woah old art redraw

Sapphics in Space holy fucking shit

characters from a musical i want to write: STARLIGHTS! The Comfort Of Artificial Gravity

anyways. love them

i found my old edgy poems from 8th grade

(they’re censored cause i posted them to tiktok earlier)

the funny thing about these is that NOBODY HAD HURT ME YET? LIKE DUDE WHY WAS I 13 YEARS OLD WRITING EDGY BREAKUP POEMS ON QUOTEV LMAOOOO

ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.

Instead of doing NanoWriMo I will be doing something where I try to aim for writing an actual average of 400 words a day for the month of November in memory of Terry Pratchett, who as far as I know never thought telling a computer to write a book for you is a good way to hone your skills as a writer.

Facts About Stars: a poem

Facts About Stars

Stars are only visible at night. If you tried to look at them during the day, it would be pointless. Of course, there’s always the sun, but the sun shines far too brightly to be safe to look at. 

As beautiful as stars are, you can only behold that beauty at night, in the darkness. 

Stars give off heat. They are overwhelmingly hot. No man should ever dream of touching a star. Only the highest of fools would ever dare to wish they could hold one, yet I am the universes court jester.

Stars don’t twinkle in space. They only do so through the atmosphere of a planet. If the atmosphere were to disappear, the twinkling would be gone. I’m glad I get to see them from where I do, with rose-coloured glasses crafted by the universe. 

Stars are born from within the clouds of space dust scattered throughout the galaxies. Nebulae. Nebulae are beautiful in their own ways. Colorful, misty, taking whatever shape they desire as they dance though whichever galaxy they reside in. 

But I prefer stars.

I’ll always prefer stars. 

i wrote this back in 10th grade i’m literally sobbing