forgive me lord for I have imagined a life far more soft and tender than the one you created for me
it’s always, “hi, how are you?” and never, “you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love, i love, i love you. and wish from this day forth never to be parted from you” ... how unfair
I just wish someone else was a sunflower, just like me. I wish I came upon another sunflower instead of the sun itself. The flower will always look for the sun but the sun does not look back, it doesn’t even know I’m there. I want another flower so when we can’t find the sun we can look at each other and feel whole again.
mom called me a fag yesterday by accident
he’s worse than ever
sounds silly but. one of the greatest things ever as someone with a trauma background is learning that things aren't inherently as bad or as scary as I thought. it IS possible to assemble Ikea furniture without arguments. is IS possible to discuss boundaries without having something thrown at me for speaking out of turn. it IS possible to spend hours on end sharing your favourite things with your favourite people, and not get called annoying for it. the world is an incredible place
Straight people are so weird to me, like you can just MAKE A COMPLEX ORGANISM BY ACCIDENT!!!! Like you were having ‘fun.’ And then BANG YOU’RE GOING TO BE A MOM. I’m so glad I’m a lesbian.
summary: the problem isn’t necessarily the sun or the heat, killua will later realize, it’s that he never learned how to deal with the sunburn.
notes: you know what the most unrealistic thing about hxh is? killua goes to middle-of-summer whale island and does not turn into a burnt tomato boy. G, killua zoldyck character study, including zoldyck family (so mentions of child abuse, misgendering, illumi), killugon but also killua & alluka & nanika, and killua & mito because family dammit. 2800 words
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Killua first saw an eclipse when he was almost too small to recognize what it was—before his first individual kill, but after he’d learned his little sister could make cakes appear out of nowhere if he asked the right way. Illumi had taken him outside, hand long and wrapped entirely around Killua’s much smaller one.
“You must be careful in the sun,” he’d said, fastening a pair of weirdly-shaped glasses to Killua’s face so that the world became dark and dim, little pinpricks of light left to orient himself to his surroundings.
“But I can’t see the sun,” Killua protested, head tilted upwards towards the eclipse. “The sun isn’t even there.”
Illumi hadn’t smiled, not that Killua could see, but it felt like he did, and Killua liked that. Those days, Illumi was only happy when Killua did something correctly, different from how he used to be happy simply at Killua’s happiness, but sometimes he’d be happy simply that Killua tried to do it right. “That is the point, little brother.”
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fanfic titles be like “we have not touched the stars (nor are we forgiven)” and then you look at the tags & the first one is “anal fisting”