i hate getting fixated on media that was popular before i was born but is niche now
writing about cannibals because apparently being one is morally wrong
beautiful words with "light" to try to include in your poem/story
Earthlight - earthshine
Featherlight - extremely light
Jacklight - a light used especially in hunting or fishing at night
Light grège - piping rock (i.e., a light olive gray that is paler than slate tan and paler and slightly redder than average covert gray)
Light of the moon - the period between the new moon and the full moon
Light verse - verse that is written mainly to amuse and entertain and that is often marked by qualities of wit, elegance, and lyric beauty
Light well - a shaft designed to admit light to the interior rooms of a building
Light wine - table wine (i.e., an unfortified wine containing not more than 14 percent alcohol by volume and usually suitable for serving with food)
Light-minded - lacking in seriousness; frivolous
Light-struck - having reference to a light-sensitive photographic material fogged by accidental exposure to light
Light-time - the time required for light to travel from any specified heavenly body to the earth
Lighterage - the loading, unloading, or transportation of goods by means of a lighter
Lightfast - resistant to light and especially to sunlight
Lightsome - free from care; lighthearted; airy, nimble
Lightwood - wood used for kindling
Rushlight - a candle that consists of the pith of a rush dipped in grease
Safelight - a darkroom lamp with a filter to screen out rays that are harmful to sensitive film or paper
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my goal in life is to look like jesse detor or a nirvana song please and thank you
ever want to be guy but not in a trans way like i like been a woman and i love the freedom that comes with it but whenever i see a guy i get intence gender envy like WHY isn't that me. i wanna be a guy but i like been a girl so like i don't think i would transition because like.
UGHHHHHHH
gender is so complicated
i consider myself really masculine and have numerous male dominated hobbies so like kill me
i love wearing skirts, wearing shit tons of make up and getting all dressed up
but at the same time i want to wear guyliner, be friends with guys the same way guys are friends with guys and like
but when i really think about it i don't think i want to be a guy either
someone help me
why me, why me, why me, why is my consciousness trapped in this body, why is this body paired with my consciousness?
i crave love, the aching, throbbing, raw love that i write. written love will always be my love, maybe that's why my spoken love is so mechanical. my sexual love electronic, my physical love programmed. i only ache through word, word and word alone.
am i a machine? spluttering out yearning that i will never yearn
i may have to dust the shelves of my ao3 account again omfg 😓😓
Thinking about how it would play out if Clara crossed paths with 13. 13 would panic and try to hide who she was but it wouldn’t take longer than a couple of sentences for Miss “I’d know you anywhere” to figure it out. I’m also thinking about how she’d be overjoyed and yet smile that sad, watery smile of hers because “you’re young again”.
The way that would contrast with the beginning of her relationship with 12, being heartbroken seeing old 11 at Trenzalore, relieved and happy when he resets before regenerating, and scared when he regenerates into 12. How she “didn’t know who the doctor was anymore” and couldn’t see him.
Maybe she’d caress her cheek like she used to, maybe she’d let her. “You’ve hidden yourself away again, you stupid old man”.