summer came early this year. it brought with it a sweltering heat, whispering on my flesh that i was in love.
the feeling clung to me, a tightness in my chest that had grown so large inside me that i could no longer bare it. loneliness left me whimpering, wounded; through empty streets i...
Elliot spent the first part of the ferry ride bent over the the ship's railing, his hair swooping and tangling in the wind. He'd heard once, probably ages ago, that you could measure how fast a boat is traveling by dropping and then catching a knotted rope. Perhaps, he'd thought, in a moment of...
Legal Name: McElroy, Lucretia C. [The handwriting on this line is neater compared to the rest of the form, and seems to be more forced.]
Nicknames: Elliot (my preferred name. you lose your right not to be punched when you call me lucretia. what are you, my mom?)
Age: 18
Appearance: [Elliot...
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age: 21
gender: transgender male (he/him)
sexuality: bisexual
user: mt.sunflower
occupation: barista @ hot-spot espresso + photographer...
Appearance:
Emory is a rather short and thin boy, as a result from his almost constant malnourishment. He stands at a paltry 5 feet tall, though his long (and hideously tangled) brown hair extends far past his feet. The young man keeps his tresses in a messy yet elaborate bun tied just above...