A cold, dry wind hums a steady tune past my ears and my eyes study the landscape; hues of purple and grey skies, snow topped hills in the distance, lost in a sea of sagebrush. I stare into the wasteland, searching. The dust in the air gently caresses m...

A cold, dry wind hums a steady tune past my ears and my eyes study the landscape; hues of purple and...

"Sublime" if you saw this on an app called Lex first it was not stolen, same creator just reposting on this site. Show more
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I see them now, dancing on my eyelashes, taunting me. Memories running loose along my skin, just out of reach. I manage to coax them to my fingertips, pen in hand.  stories

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There are no storms here, just the steady stream flowing from the gutter and the soft rythm of gentle rain. I used to dream of this place, this lullaby from the sky. I've escaped the violence of storms. Found shelter from the dry, soulless winds and th... stories

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4 years ago

I've decided to come out to myself. Being trans is such a personal experience.  trans stories

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5 years ago

The wolves have my scent, they can smell the blood in the air. I can only sleep light and short, to listen for the howling and tend to my wounds. The bleeding never stops, it flows out black because of the rot. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of sunlight t... stories

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