No rest for a weary heart.Yesterday my mother asked me what INo rest for a weary heart. by PrussianPersephone
would name my children and I told her that
I did not want any. She scoffed at me
and shook her head, insisting
that once I found the
all of that would change.
And I thought back
to all the times when my palms
sweated and my throat ran dry
and my cheeks heated up just because
a girl walked by whose lips
were so pretty and pink that all I wanted
to do was taste them.
I replied, swallowing the acid
that was threatening to crawl out of
"it will take a lot more than that
to convince me."
Because despite the fact that
the mere thought of a man
with arms that could carry the weight of the
world holding me tight could
make my legs crumble beneath me,
I just don't know if it
would be the right choice.
I remember once
when I let it slip that I supported
those who loved all genders
my parents stared at me as if I
had admitted to murder. "It's wrong,"
my father had exclaimed and to me,
his words were a toxin more deadly
Hey guys A lot of people have been asking me about art trades and commissions, so here are my statuses:
Rules of point commissions:
*I accept payment on delivery of the art piece and NOT before*
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This was done by the amazing ~ellcor97 and is an illustration for my story, Seridia.
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