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soo ive been working on this one shot and I love the idea i made for it. And i never knew how much passion i could put into something. So i was just writing one of the scenes for it and the whole time I’m just so stunned at the emotion i’m feeling while writing this. Like no cap I was almost crying I’m so proud of myself for finally feeling so strongly for a fic that It make sme feel. I’m so excited to publish it. I’ll publish it on here maybe ?-? or on my other tumblr anyway gotta go eat food potota yum bye im gay

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been obsessed with the song Trapdoor by TOP :* 

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My friends and I have a shared Pinterest board filled with women......we.....have no excuses especially with the name “I’m soooo straight”

edit: also some gender fluid peeps and lemme say every time I see them *shelocks ringtone for Irene* I wanna cri

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shout out to those writing accs i see and follow yall help me actually want to write

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This old gal

She would be observed by those around her, would be coddled, would be treated like royalty. She was royalty, she has lived through all these years and seen their tears. She was never one to shed her own though, she was the one who would coddle them. 

She had showed up, weak with her young children. Hidden behind their plants with a newborn. She looked nothing like she does now, plump and warm. She was thin and frail, her bones outlined through every inch of her body. The man who had heard the cries approached the weak mother. She had welcomed him fortunately and he took her and her kids inside.

When her children were old enough she saw them be taken away by these people, she didn’t understand what they were doing but her kits were attentive enough to handle themselves. So she laid with The younger kids swooning over her. 

She was always there, through the oldest daughters adolescence and the oldest’s childhood. She watched and grew attached to these kids, after a while when the three kids were in High school/middle school a small babbling chubby thing appeared. It was soon to be identified as another child. 

She loved them, sought comfort and care from them. Even if the oldest couldn’t be around her for too long. She had the other three and the grayed guide of the kids. 

She went from her skeletal lost self to a plump mother and family figure. She became the most loved and important one in the family. Diamond was her name. Diamond is an adventurous and boss lady. You could tell her she couldn’t cross the street cause there were these idiots who didn’t care, and she would look you in the eye was strolling across the street. Which will and would always scare the shittzle out of you.

She aged of course, and with her aging came muscle and bone problems. They became more prominent a few years after they decided to move from a town to a mountain, 9,000 feet in altitude, 2 states away from where she knew. Her walk would be wobbly and she would fall constantly, worrying the Children who grew up and the old man who softened with the extra 3 dogs and 4 cats. 

They wouldn’t let her jump, they had to pick her up and place her either up on something or down onto the ground. She voiced her complaints every time but never bite, unless they touched a very sensitive spot on her spine. her weight didn’t help.

A year later she was thinner and her walking seemed so much better, she didn’t wobble or fall. Her walk was now classified as the old lady waddle. She could jump up and down without worrying the people.

But, in a moment of the morning. The father woke the son and daughter almost crying. “Diamonds dying”

The son was woken first and he was out here with his dad while they comforted the old gal as she was limp and heavily breathing. 

Unknowingly how much later the father went to wake the youngest who then heard the words and immediately got out of the room to go to her. They surrounded her for a few minutes before the son left, the dad left after the son leaving the youngest to wonder why they would leave in such a dire moment like this.

She never left Diamonds side though, almost crying every time she thought about her having to say goodbye. Her brother comes in having returned to the sarcastic and blunt person he is, saying to leave her alone and let things happen. She couldn’t it hurt her to even take her eyes off the small heaving figure, Her father stood 10 feet away eating. 

She was starting to understand how to bury these choking and sweat enticing feelings. Every time she felt these feelings she would have to relearn the burial. She did not want anyone to see her sad and crying and come comfort her, she didn’t like it.

As the time passed Diamond’s breathing and rapid heartbeat slowed, The girl has never took her hands off the woman fearing if she did the next moment her breathing and heart would stop. She just needed to constantly feel the thumping and expanding of the woman’s heart and lungs. 

Diamond became more desperate when she could move, she could only use her limbs to drag her face to where her water stood. It was pathetic and the girl couldn’t help but almost cry at the sight.

Hours later and Diamond went from being screamed over about dying to who the frickle left weed out for her to get. The daughter sighed as her father started his rant again about her brothers reckless behavior and snobbish attitude. She didn’t want to say anything cause she knew she would only get scolded and hurt her dads feelings. She kept her mouth shut and just let him go on and on because there was really nothing to do. She was just happier that Diamond was awake and active. She loved Diamond. Her brothers loved Diamond. Her sister who was never near loved Diamond. Anyone who knew Diamond loved her. She was the best cat. She was their mother when their true mother could not be. 

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I really wish cats were immortal, I don’t like them dying. they just too precious, My girlies are loving and like cuddles, even if they kinds don’t like each other...and one of them doesn’t like to be held down..*flares nostrils*.. but they are sweeties and love snuggles...our oldest is in pain *5 blow dryers on each eye cause no cry no attention please stop staring at me* shes  19 so yeah shes on the last walk. but she couldn’t really move. I mean shes moving now but she is just really weak rn.  I think my brother and/or his girlfriend left something out and she might’ve gotten into it. They kinda not sober, but my dad and other brother would never leave anything out unless its food. I hope this doesn’t hurt her too bad.

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The sun would be lonely

Wouldn’t the sun be lonely and secluded rather than the moon being represented as such? The moon has many surrounding it, stars bright, dull, small, large, and falling. The Moon isn’t lonely. The Sun only has the clouds to talk to, but the clouds move too fast for the sun to truly get close to them. The Sun is lonely. The Sun will shine bright, will bring life, will comfort others. Because that’s what it never got. It is in the sky shining for others to save them from the loneliness it knows too well.The moon will give peace, will allow rest, will help hide others. Because that is what the moon never has. It is in the pool of black forever talking and never taking a break. The Moon covers the world for the occupants to breath.

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started writing again hehe

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*points at self in mirror*

haha your biggest mistake and weakness is choosing to live

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ok so i dont know how but i just got gayer