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Did you know that roughly forty percent of all transgender people commit suicide? Living with gender dysphoria is a struggle without a goal. There is no battle, no victory, no parade. When you are all sides of the conflict and the conflict itself, all that's left is suffering. Suffer, cut flesh and sacrifice, pray the wolf does not come this night and the door stays locked. But the part they never tell you, is that you're the one who unlocks the door and you're the one outside, knocking. Take a piece away each day, one at a time, one every time and wonder at how it never falls apart. Because the incision does not speak, the wounds do not fee

"When crafting a novel, the first thing you need to know is what type of story you are telling. Most writers begin with ideas on the general themes and events that will take place; but eventually you will want to refine this general idea into something specific. Think of this step as a creative concept for your novel—the step by which you will note down the details that will provide inspiration for your plot outline, your character designs, and the nature of your world. Today I'm going to provide some questions to help you narrow down the type of story that you want to create, moving from broad generalization to more detailed specifics.

Intelligence creates a personality in order to overwrite the personality of the body, because the body is only needed to house the soul. Superfluous. All of it. But even something so superfluous has a meaning. Because after all, your intelligence, your personality, your body, your soul, are they not all a bundle of contradictions? What could be more important than a single uniting thread. Words. When you are asked the question. Is there a god? Do you find yourself wondering if there is a god. Or do you find yourself in awe that those four words mean more to the human existence than thousands of years of progress. There may not be a god.

Bio Extract: Tsumugi Rune Tsumugi Rune, born into a branch of the Miyazaki family on the 19th of May 1995 at 9:38pm. Her mother is Tsumugi Mikoto, previously Miyazaki Mikoto, her father, Tsumugi Daigo. The Tsumugi family serves the Miyazaki family as bodyguards and protectors, hired muscle for the more valuable main family members. Tsumugi Rune, being born in the same year as Miyazaki Rei of the head family was chosen as her bodyguard. Rune has been raised to fight, with her body and with weapons: guns, knives, chemicals and explosives, in order to protect her master. It was not until age thirteen that Rune was deemed suitable for her purpos

Rainbows are such fantastic things, it’s terrible. You know what else is terrible? People; people and colours; people and colours and photographs. You always look good in photographs, is there a secret to it? Wait. No. Don’t tell me, I like secrets. But back to my point – people are terrible. Colours are unfair and photographs are the worst. Imagine, someone having the nerve to come in with a flash of light and steal away a piece of your life and present it to you later saying “this is you – this was you” and expecting you to be happy about it. Just thinking about it makes me squirm. Hey, do you know about

    In the end. That is where you find her, or maybe she finds you, but possession is irrelevant and truth is singular. She does not meet you in the beginning. She does not meet you halfway. She meets you at the end, because that is where you were supposed to meet.   You told me once, that cherry blossoms were like people, or was it life? It was so long ago, maybe I have forgotten. But anyway, cherry blossoms are like people. Just a brief window of fireworks; flowers bloom but quickly wither, and cherry blossoms fall at constant rate of five centimetres per second. Sometimes I wonder if I am falling, and if so, how fast.   I stand vacant

Chapter 1: of those deaf-mutes. Subject: Shinobu #1986 Date: Restricted - Clearance Code Rejected Location: Classified ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Audio File #1 rgA704IQNrg ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Authorization - Denied. You are not authorized to access anything further. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Shinobu lives in a lab. She was not born there and she did not grow up there, but she lives in a small glass room in a lab. The lab is grey, mostly

Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "You remind me of my mother." "I'm not your mother." "No. You're not. But you could be mistaken for her." "By who?" "Does it matter who?" "Yes." "To you?" "To me?" "Does it matter to you." "Does what matter to me?" "Knowing who could mistake you for my mother." "Yes." "Anyone could." "Anyone?" "Anyone who knew my mother." "How many people knew your mother?" "Just me." "Then only you could mistake me for your mother." "In a sense. Does it really make a differenc

Telepathy is a sin - Just like staying home on Sundays And going to church - Wearing the wrong shade of grey -because priests- can change every man's life, -willing, or not- will only get you into trouble, -think only in sins- and do not forgive trespassers -to be dragged to nothing- and a crossroad has no map, -but, sins are for believers. with reckless zeal and conviction, gun in mouth. -no, damnation in hell, is not fair. so, why not make the journey meaningful?