BIOGRAPHY.

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love, i see you now

BLACK LIVES MATTER | FREE PALESTINE | FREE SUDAN | FREE CONGO | FREE UKRAINE | SUPPORT LGBT+ COMMUNITYNAME : avaAGE : 23NATIONALITY : american (usa)GENDER : womanPRONOUNS : she/her/hersBRAIN/BODY : autistic, OCD, PTSD, hyper-mobile, prediabetes, probably ADHD, probably POTS


EDUCATION : bachelor's in biology and statistics + data science


OCCUPATION : lab tech

LIKES : books / art / music, beauty / skincare, animals / insects, social justice, movies / tv / youtube, video games, dolls / plushies, food, astrology, anything pink + pretty!


DISLIKES : extreme gore, ddlg / related kinks + content, pro ana / thinspo, animal cruelty, true crime fanatics (like ppl who love serial killers)


MUSIC : pop, rock / modern rock, indie, rap, r&b, folk


MOVIES : thrillers, romcoms, horror, dramas


HOBBIES : swimming, reading, writing, gaming, drawing


TALENTS : poetry, public speaking


SKILLS : music, science, statistics


SHIPS : huddy (house md), percabeth (pjo), everlark (thg), kanthony (bridgerton), wolfstar (hp), richonne (twd), bubbiline (at)

" can i go
  where you
          go? "

FAVORITES : the hunger games (thg), maus, percy jackson (pjo), harry potter (hp), lana del rey, taylor swift, mumford and sons, cruelty free beauty, marine life, dogs, cats, bears, bugs, parasite, house md, the walking dead (twd), friends, bob's burgers, adventure time (at), jenna marbles, dan and phil, the try guys, markiplier, the last of us (1+2), red dead redemption 2, skyrim, pokémon, barbie, monster high, bratz


DISCLAIMER : i recognize that many authors / artists / celebrities have contributed to racism / transphobia / oppression of various kinds. i stand with the victims of these peoples' actions. i try to separate art from artist, but i acknowledge that this is not always possible or helpful. imo, stanning the wealthy elite is not useful or healthy.

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panic attacki think that if god was gonna be real
he would’ve showed himself to me that night
peered over the door of the bathroom stall
that I was stuck in
a horror-movie specter made of legs and teeth.i think he would’ve reached in there and pulled me out
fingers and arms and mouth agape
stuffed me down his throat and tried to chew me up
bad taste on his tongue
me, kicking and screaming like i used to.i can’t make something beautiful
out of him anymore
and he can’t even swallow me.
where does that leave us?

the cornfield


.... The sun beat down. No one was coming. Bridget’s tears were wet on her cheeks, but she’d stopped crying. She was looking at Abigail, now. Forcing herself to see the other woman. The crows had gotten to most of her other eye, and the sockets were dark and hollow. Her dress was dirty at the bottom, and clumps of hair were stuck to the bloody parts of her face. Her arms were stretched out to either side, pinned to a stake in the shape of a cross. Bridget grit her teeth and let the image of Abigail burn itself into her mind ....

rebirth.... How to satisfy the dead?When I trace her steps along the fields,
finding nothing but crowded frost and aching ground,
all voices hush; thousands of whispers send snakes up my spine
and the bodies rattle. And they churn and shake beneath me, above me.Come spring-time, she studies the bodied ground
with fingers curled to fists that rest on her hip bones.
She sows the mesquite seed with soothing hands,
placating the soil as she walks. She can make anything grow.When I walk among the rows she’s planted,
a chorus of voices seep hot from the earth.
Ample in anger and bountiful in joy,
You have so much to sayAnd I have so much listening to do.
Your boughs grow big and strong,
beaming in the blistering sun,
and she smiles, palms up, from the window ....