Part two of a collection of best tweets found in the #bisexualfacts twitter tag.
(Part one here.)
Yes this is me.
It slices right through your chest as easily as any of the blades of the Summer Court, and you cannot breathe. Your first instinct is to bite, to attack this…this creature, to hurt it before it hurts you more, to bring it down under your bare hands and make sure it never hurts you again. But you can’t. You’re frozen, stiff solid, not able to tear your eyes away and not believing what they tell you. Eyes lie. They always lie, they are always the most easily fooled, that’s why you tore them out of your own skull and swallowed them so many seasons ago. So that they could never be used against you again. But the eyes that watch the horrible mimic of the only thing you ever loved are fae eyes, and fae cannot lie. A fae’s eyes will always tell you the truth.
My brother was born to post
Some people, in their spare time, play videogames, or go out with friends, watch TV, read a book, browse the Internet, or even go out for a walk.
I, on the other hand, spend forty-five minutes carefully sketching out rough diagrams of the respective skeletal system of the wing of a pterosaur, a bat, and a modern bird in order to figure out how the hell my alien bird species wings work.
For someone who’s forte is not drawing, I’m pretty damned pleased with the results.
There’s simply nothing better than being jolted out of a dead sleep in the middle of the night due to crippling cramp pains.
Sometimes I sift through Tumblr, reading all the angry social justice posts and going, ‘man, it sure is crazy how many people on here are furious about [whatever], haha I don’t think I could ever be angry enough to post something like that’. And then when something vaguely similar happens to me, I explode like Mount Vesuvius.