I am entirely made of flaws, stitched together by good intentions

Cut from clean white cloth only to become a tattered patchwork of my parent’s regret.

Holes have been torn in the fabric of me and patched with life and color.

But even if I like the quilt I’ve become, I am not perfect to them.

Not perfect enough.

It’s hard to to be something that takes effort to love,

An ugly and unholy mash of t...

“Don’t fucking touch _anything_,” called our group leader over our headsets, “We don’t know what kind of space virus there could be on or in this ship and we don’t need another effing plague. Only the swaps touch. Then we cap and bag for the lab, got it?”

“Got it,” the other team members replied, “Understood.”

We all carefully spread out and edged closer to the wreck. The metal was torn open an...

If you’re reading this journal you’ve been inducted into the Mayfly Society. A series of locations and dates will be written here. These are places where we will fuck and then promptly forget. Mark yourself in attendance by drawing a mayfly. All those in attendance will bring proof of a clean test. We always meet at 1:38am, never sooner.

Room 605 of Powell Hall 11/14🦟🪰🦟🦟🪰

The Library’s Sec...

CW: slur

The bell for lunch rang and I burst out of calculus, striding down the hall to my locker. Kinsley was already standing there when I arrived. Her blonde hair was twisted into two adorably girlish Dutch braids with a headband covering the part above her bangs. She wore olive green overalls and mismatched socks with a scrunchie on her wrist. All in all, she looked as adorable as she did the...

I knew that I had damaged our relationship beyond repair but I also knew that he had long since forgiven me. Still, forgiveness does not mean forgetting. We would never be the same. We would never have the same closeness we once shared but that didn’t mean we couldn’t be a friendly face to smile at in passing for one another.

When I caught his eyes on the way to my new assignment, he just shoved...