Killian or Michael|18|he/him|aspiring author/screenwriter
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i tried drawing my oc as a goth but he just ended up looking like a cunty shadow the hedgehog lmao
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.
once i tried to write a book. it didn’t go well, but here are some of my favourite lines from the draft.
ngl dream is the kinda guy to have a super weird name for his dick. he’d call it his chicken tender or something
i’m like… physically incapable of reading books with no queer characters. is that bad? they’re all just so lifeless.
why is wattpad genuinely the shittiest website to ever exist. like i actually feel bad for people who use it, even if they like it
skin
“And then there were those nights, where all I could feel was skin. That heat had been unbearable, and absolutely delicious. If I could die, I would go to hell for lust just for those nights alone. I would practically become him, both up and down, through taste and flesh. The sweat would make us soft enough to slide across each other’s bodies, like raindrops off a leaf.
It was warm, so warm, and we would leave the window open so the wind would blow our hair across our faces. It was warm enough that we couldn’t even feel the cold. The wind was loud enough that nobody would hear us, praise the lord. Those nights we would dance, skin against divine skin. Pressed together, like a wax seal to a letter. A love letter, from me to him, filled with soft praises and whispers of impossible promises.
As a bee is to a rose, and as a poet is to his craft, we were inseparable until morning came.”
honestly one of my worst fears is one of my future books becoming popular on booktok. that’s how i’ll know i’ve failed as an author/hj
woop there it is
the only good thing that ever came out of harry potter was this short comic i wrote in 7th grade about dobby becoming a stripper