I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out of the West and reached the mirage. I could taste the peach and feel the soft air blowing from a subway grating on my legs and I could smell lilac and garbage and expensive perfume and I knew that it would cost something sooner or later—because I did not belong there, did not come from there—but when you are twenty-two or twenty-three, you figure that later you will have a high emotional balance, and be able to pay whatever it costs. I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month.
weekends spent at the arcade, neon lights, 80s bowling and glow-in-the-dark laces. time passing strangely, softly, seconds stretched, hours compressed. perpetual twilight, 2pm and 2am just concepts, felt the same. arms linked, a sense of unreality felt in every hug, a shift is never fully finished, just suspended in time. a woman hands you a fifty for being ‘kind,’ but you have no memory of speaking to her in your life. slouching behind the bar, head tossed back, people flow around you, you’re behind a threshold they can’t cross.
[bangs fists on table] MORE NB FAREEHA TALES PLS my god they are so intensely relatable i cry every time i think about them
Here we go, 2k more of NB Fareeha, because it’s only fair that she get as much in the way of fic as Angela did, and because she is my not-so-secret favorite.
In which Fareeha contemplates continuity, and change, has a nice conversation with her good friend Lùcio, and then another, slightly longer, conversation with her very supportive (also trans) girlfriend.
Passing references are made to a number of other fics in the verse, because I’m very consistent, but they’re not necessary to understand this.
drunkonlilo[.]tumblr[.]com/post/70247052719/int-what-do-you-think-about-harry-winning-the Have you seen this? He's such a diva I can't
SORRY FOR BEING TEN THOUSAND YEARS LATE. SORRY FOREVER. it’s only that this q is extremely crucial, very vital, and i wanted to get my answer right, which i now realize is impossible so there has been a whole month of wasted time for naught. the short answer is YES, HAVE I EVER. HAVE I SEEN THIS 200000 TIMES MINIMUM, YOU MEAN, you precious clever little flower.
the long answer is are you fucking kidding me with this entire interview. it’s the epitome of diva princess payne.
going, going, secret place you residing, going, I went into myself to kill myself, to cut the cord twining me to a sliver of moon and an elliptical yes, daily, every day cutting and hoping today is the day of forgetting, today I commit amnesia and damn myself to the bit of god left in me, then I can smile like an executive and I can sell my personality for a sleek gig, and I can drink liquor and slide into the pavement and slouch the impulses saying life is once and live it reckoning nothing but the communion of yourself to the sun and moon in you.