I was inspired to try and find the oldest piece of writing I hadn’t deleted and it’s from right after I turned 14. It… is the most pretentious thing… omfg. I was so proud of this shit. It was my featured deviation, back when the dA lit community was active and cool. I thought I was a fucking prodigy. At least I can confirm that my obsession with girls who have boy names and kiss girls has been ongoing for at least twelve years.
Happy October! I don’t know at all if this is any good but this is what I’ve written in any case. I have been reading these incredible stories you all are writing and being blown away day after day and I am afraid that mine is not at all exciting. I decided this month that I wanted to write something honest. It is simple, and it is small, and it is true. Thank you to @thearcherballet and @notharrypleaseno for asking me to be a part of this. I hope you enjoy reading my little piece of fiction. x
“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.”
Notes: Today is M’s birthday and she wanted kagune cuddles, so here is a very stupid fic I wrote on my phone to celebrate her womb exiting day. I’m sorry, dear, we both know I can do better, but I still hope you enjoy.