DarkxElla28

Every time I cry, it somehow always leads to my daddy issues

How the fúck do you start chapter one? Like genuinely? Do you start with some cute shít or dive right into the depressing stuff? I need help

*Purple Heart*  Again, Happy birthday RM. 
          
          
          
          
          *because wattpad doesn't allow emojis...bi-*

Happy Birthday RM, even if I’m a day behind 

who else gets so genuinely distracted? 
          
          Like I'll be doing my thing and the literal air will distract me. Like how am I supposed to finish my stuff if my brain is like this

"Oh darling all of the city lights never shined as bright as your eyes." 
          
          kicking, smiling, n shít imagining my all time favorite character getting told this by one of his partners, getting the love he deserves after everything. 
          
          I swear, I think of that man everyday and the "what if"s.

I made a book and I've actually published chapters this time.

I read this book, It's called serendipity and it's in my reading list of LGBTQ, you should really read it, and WOW. 
          
          I feel like my life is completed and I have nothing else to look for in life. That book is immaculate and so freakin good. 
          
          Anyways I'll keep breathing because the book isn't done yet. 100/10 I think it's up there with my all time favorite book.

quick story. 
          
          cried while thinking about this. 
          
          So I was in elementary school when this happened. 
          
          Me and some friends were playing truth or dare (I think). I tell this guy (we will call him DR) "I dare you to wear a pink shirt tomorrow". He looks at me and laughs. He's like "really? thats it. ok fine. Ill prove to you that boys wear pink." Cause apparently I used to think that boys couldn't. 
          
          So the next day, BAM. 
          
          He wore a bright pink pastel shirt. 
          
          I was shocked for some reason. 
          
          Anyways. Wherever you are DR, thank you. 
          
          Thank you because I think that you are the reason on why I am who I am. he taught little me that boys could wear pink and I think that opened the door to "Fùck gender roles and stereotypes." Anyways thank you.