the old man
warns others
but the boy
had wished for —
and
now regrets
his power over it:
mourns
the change in
fate.
listen;
everyone.
(You can read it straight down, but the other way to read it is by reading the first line of the first stanza, then first line of the second stanza, then first of third, then second of fourth, then second of first, then second of second, then so on. Giving you:
The old man had wished for his power over it: fate. Warns others and mourns. Listen; but the boy now regrets the change in everyone.
)
I thought I was so clever haha
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“Liam, it’s okay.”
“They can’t see me like this… like…”
“Like a monster?”
For @scottappreciation ’s Scott McCall Week 2023 — Day Two: Quote
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i never ever cry in front of anyone ever but there was this boy i was OBSESSED with in primary school when i was like seven years old because he was the fastest boy in the class and he had cool spiky hair and i always thought it was a crush until i came out and realised it was gender envy of some form and today my friend out of the blue told me that i look like him and we looked at his instagram together and i actually do. i look almost exactly like him. and i cried like an absolute wanker because i’ve been so miserable my whole life being perceived entirely the wrong way and i went home today and looked at myself and realised i look like the boy i always wanted to be when i was a kid. and whenever i feel bad about myself i get to remind myself that i look like him so i shouldn’t feel bad because back then i couldn’t have ever dreamed of getting to look like this. and t will only make it better and even though the idea of starting it is still so scary to me i keep having moments like this that make me realise how good it’s going to be even if some of it will suck. i always focus on all of the ways my transition has gone and will go wrong and i forget that it’s going to go right in a lot of ways too
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A friend wanted to see a picture of my old kitty and I couldn't get a good one of him at the moment (he's snoozing upstairs) so I went looking for some old ones before he got cancer. And damned if it made me cry looking at them but whatever.
My faithful old kitty Cato. Sleeper next to my pillow for 16 years, my constant shadow, hopefully for a little longer.
And there are many, many, many sections of TRT that were written and edited one-handed since he likes me to hold him like this.
I love him so much.
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boys dont want girls boys want the pokemon saiko soda plushies
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