I want a story about a little teenage girl stuck in an orphanage or an adoption home and she’s got a half-shaved head and lots of piercings and she dresses really punk and stuff and everyone thinks she’s this badass rule-breaker even though she’s one of the politest and most well-behaved kids there and no one wants to adopt her cause she’s older and they think she’s gonna be so much trouble and there’s like this sort of living room where all the kids hang out and the parents-to-be can sort of mill about and talk to the kids one on one and this guy in his late thirties sees her hanging on the sofa with her computer and when he goes to sit down she automatically makes room for him and pauses her music in case he wants to talk to her- which he does- and he ends up getting really attached to her and so he adopts her and when she walks in the door another man walks out and smiles at her and the guy that adopted her is like “this is my partner” and they both look really awkward and nervous like they’re afraid she won’t like them cause they’re gay but she just steps forward and hugs him and says “thank you for sharing your home with me” and jUST PLEASE I NEED THIS TO BE A THING
On my last birthday, I was tiny and I was unsure.
On my next, I will still be tiny and unsure, but I will know how to better use my size to my advantage and my uncertainty will be more focused on things of value and less on trivial things.
I am still small, and I will always be small.
But at some point I will figure out how to stop trying to make myself look bigger and start learning that being small can have great uses.
I’m changing all the time, just like every other strange little creature on this planet.
So I hope next year is ready, because I’ve never been older, wiser, or newer than I am right now.
I am ever so close to goodbye
So leave me be please, just for tonight
Fore I cannot bear to look at your face
And I need my thoughts slow, not in a race
So if you could, please forgive my dull haste
Because I am ever so close to goodbye
You can’t force someone to love you.
Fortunately you also can’t force someone not to love you.
now I am having feelings of all my OTPs having cute fluffy moments in big blanket tents filled with pillows and comforters and stuffed animals with big boxy TVs and VCRs watching old cartoons on VHS tapes and sneaking cute little cheek kisses and having little competitions to see who knows more trivia about what or who can quote it the best
by the way
it has actually since been fixed up slightly
but I am too lazy to retake the picture
thisisaliarsgame said: everything ok?
Just figured out how Spotify web player works cause I am technologically inept
and I am drawing ideas
and Adele makes me sad
and I’m a giant nERD
blah blah blah
*curls up in my tent*
Crying to Adele like what am I some over-emotional teenage gir- oh.