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It's the constant feeling of not quite right and I don't know why I feel this way but it hurts (but not in ways that others can understand) and it's the tension in your chest, the rising water the aching muscles and the clenching in your core That never leaves It's the headache that never quite fades, just hurts sometimes more than others. It's the constant need to move with your racing thoughts— to bounce or twitch or glance around the room every three seconds just to make sure you're not being watched, you're not being judged It's two a.m. and you're lying facedown on top of hot sheets, such an empty shell you don't even have the en

Who said I needed you Who said you could speak Who said I love you They are all lies I'm muddled and holed and torn and shredded and so beaten down that what is hope I hear it screamed, whispered, passed from calloused hand to hand voices hushed and broken and I think I don't know what to think but that's okay because I hate you

Greetings all! This post comes after a brief break in posting last week which I undertook to focus on other pressing work. Fortunately, in the meantime I had a bit of an idea concerning the movement towards LGBT rights that would only be helped by an extra week for the necessary research I had to do. I’m certain that someone has already had this idea before, but that does not diminish its possible impact on American and global society.   LGBT rights have only slowly progressed in these last years. In America especially, it has been quite difficult to ensure equal protection under the law for those of different sexualities and gender id

The Lost Pianist Tears reminisce mahogany boxed memories, Of ecstatic crescendos and tearful diminuendos. For deep in eternal sadness lies the lost pianist, Who once dreamt of glorious symphonies. As he caresses the goddess of the piano, She moans of rhythmic joy and pleasure, Executing works that rival the Siren's song, Echoing the lost voices of her past masters. But in time's command, their hearts went astray. Each lying in their own pool of heartfelt miseries. While he walks asunder, away from melodic Eden, She beckons to him, yearning to be loved. Her sorrowful notes whisper his name, When he contemplates sweet nostalgia.

         You pull a white flower petal from the hat. "Oh, this is beautiful, who's is this?" "That would be mine" Everyone but you stiffens at the familiar sound of Russia's voice. "Who the heck invited Him man? He creeps the mess outa me!" America backed away from you two dropping the hat in the process. "Ahh, you did, I got your invitation in the mail." Russia smiled at you sweetly, taking your hand and led you to the closet. Ukraine locked the door for you because America wouldn't go near it. "I am not liking the dark very much." Russia held you close to him as if looking for comfort. "It's not so bad" You said digging in your pocket

El día está nublado, húmedo y caluroso, pero Manuel tiende a olvidarse porque cada vez que gira el cuello a la ventana, lo toma desprevenido y suelta un respingo. El sol tiene una luz pálida que atraviesa las largas ventanas, y los focos artificiales sobre sus cabezas, y el aire acondicionado, seco, lo llevan a una zona donde algo en su mente le dice que hay sol, que hace calor y que fue una mala idea llevar la camisa de mangas largas y la corbata azul. Mueve unas hojas sobre el escritorio y vuelve a teclear, ajustándose los auriculares donde He barrido el sol de este lugar golpetea contra sus tímpanos en un volumen medianamente alto. Mira l

adv → genderswap -16- No son amigas, para nada. No se soportan, ni un poco. Martina se cree mucha cosa y Manuela sabe que es mucho mejor que esa princesita que no tiene ni un brillo. En verdad, Martina sería la última persona que hubiese querido que entrara en el baño. La reconoce porque de repente todo es ese perfume dulce y fuerte, escucha los tintineos de sus aros y pulseras y, asomándose por la puerta entreabierta, la puede ver acomodándose su cabello en una coleta alta. Seguramente se lo había soltado en la clase, otra vez. Manuela la ve, duda un momento, otro minuto más, y decide que ya no puede humillarse más de lo que está (