My Own Private Clusterfuck

"There dwelled a deep alcove in his mind that his consciousness had never yet explored, housing his image, brash and full. A synopsis untamed by ego and esteem. It stands taller than he thinks and feels smaller than he likes. Of course, Garraty is unaware of this seed of doubt. He doesn’t even know his shoulders slight inward where a strong man’s would straighten out. He only knows the nostalgic forest cultivated by his Father and the flaming ruin left behind by the Major. 

Pete sees a dearness in him that turns Ray’s insides something bubbly and sick. 

Stebbins alludes to a weakness Ray denies. 

Collie dismisses him with an aloofness that would feel personal if it weren’t applied to everyone. (Everyone except Pete Mcgrives.) 

Harkness implores about Ray’s soul like there’s anything worth a damn about it. Like he contains a rarity made for history; like out of the entire fifty line up, the number forty seven steps apart. (Only, Harkness sees every boy like that. Like they’re all heroes of fifty different stories.)  

Ray runs away from his mind before it can close in on him. His feet pump onward. A familiar green blurs in the corners of his eyes and he hates the ungratefulness of his negligence. 

Pete reinvents the greenery every dozen miles, yet it all lands dull on his eyes where his ears hear music. Pete’s music. His zest for life and admiration for the common. 

Maybe that’s why he’s hung around Ray this long. He’s a blurring leaf that Pete happened to zero in on. The prettiest version of him exists solely on Pete’s tongue. He wonders when Pete will find another leaf to fancy."

— whitney hanson

ME?? ACTIVE?!? Can y’all believe it??

Anyway, I’m starting to get back into drawing again!! (I think) and I’m so excited!! I don’t know if I’m planning on posting art on here again any time soon but I might. Theres a lot I want to do, I have a brain jar full of ideas that are mostly OC related so if y’all are interested, all that will be on my Insta. 😊💗

But otherwise, I hope you guys like this, I know it’s simple but oh well. I love you all and I will try my best to keep this blog some-what alive. 😭🤚

Happy Pride!!!!🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈💗🌈🌈

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