My name is Violet. I'm an adult but I feel like a kid. This is my blog.
And they weren’t even the same species.
“But it’s not natural!”
“There’s no way any child raised by two men could be happy, or even content.”
“But now their child will be gay.”
“He will never have a normal, real relationship.”
“He’ll be socially inept and never amount to anything.”
I rest my case.
And just for the hell of it…
You can be a homo too!
I know if I play this song, I’ll remember the past. I’ll get the lump in my throat and the ache in my chest. When it gets to that part, my heart will skip and for a second, I’ll feel like how I did when this song meant everything to me.
Accidentally ranting to your friend about how shitty you feel while trying to comfort her about how shitty she is feeling
I hope to god people do this on accident because when people do this to me, I just want to rip their throat out for making it about them and not helping me feel better at all.
“Yeah, my life is shit right now.”
“Well THIS happened to ME today-“
“Shut the fuck up.”
I was a mermaid. It was my duty to find some people and kill them, because that’s how I feed. But, I didn’t think it was exactly noble until I realized I could kill bad people. I found these two men with harpoons and pulled one down. I remember thinking that I didn’t trade my legs to be a mermaid with super strength, it was my own strength but it was enough. Anyway, I pulled one down but his partner saw me and took out his cellphone. He was talking to someone, saying that they were innocently out fishing and that they needed to track the guy’s body because of a mermaid. I knew it would cause danger for me because they might kill me. He was trying to get revenge. I remembered how people used dynamite to kill fish and it was just another danger to mermaids. Then a cat mermaid came out of the water and hit the man in the face, knocking the cellphone into the water. I fed on the man I drowned and followed the cat.