Also known as J.
Human. 20. Savior of bugs and all things crawling.
Art student by day, mad scientist by night.
Zach may be the best human I have ever known. I am very, very grateful to know him, both as my best friend and as my partner.
A year passed for us on the 5th. We celebrated Christmas together on the 25th.
But the best part about this month has been redefining and rediscovering our relationship. It’s good to start over and feel new.
We’ve been challenged and we’ve overcome. We’ve been broken down, to our less than charming cores and seen a lot of each other’s sorrow and rage. We’ve felt loss. We’ve changed a lot. But we made it.
It is my deepest hope that things will continue on this path. A path which I believe will lead to great companionship and peace.
I have been shown nothing but kindness. I have been supported through and through, encouraged tremendously, and as a result, been made brave.
The new year marks a new beginning for me. A year of new experiences. A new adventure around each corner.
I am confident that he will be my hand to hold and I am honored by this thought.
It has been an absolute pleasure to get to know this incredible person.
- J.
Everything is unraveling.
I Shook Your Hand, but I Did Not Know You, Friend
TW for Violence and Assault.
Tonight I felt my mortality.
Cab-Car character concept for “Bad Luck” animation.
Character design from my 4D tumblr for an upcoming animation.
Wee Ghost character concept for “Bad Luck” animation.
Character design from my 4D tumblr for an upcoming animation.
I sit here quietly, fingers tapping against the smooth surface of plastic. I rock anxiously in my chair, every little tilt makes me think I’ll get sick. My heart is pounding faster than, I’m sure, it ever has before. Sure of it. It feels like I’ve run up flights of stairs at full blast, my lungs in my chest reverberating with heavy breath.
Meanwhile, the sound of running water slips out through the crack under the door. I stare at that slat, a bursting beam of yellowed light. My hands are shaking.
I can sense the turning of the water in the pipes. It floods my house with echoing movement.
My chest feels close to breaking open. I’m sure it will burst with gold and silver, a confetti storm of triumph.
And all at once the water stops.
Silence.
Blood throbbing in my ears.
The lock on the door clicks.
And yellow light fills my eyes. I was right, gold and silver.
Two more days. Two-hundred more miles.
You’ll be in my arms again and all will be well beyond well.
I think it’s such a pity that people are surprised by happiness.
Such a thing is so rare to these broken souls on this cracked earth.
I suppose all things have to sour before the good can taste sweet in the mouths of those deserving and undeserving alike.
But certainly I am no stranger to happiness, whether I am deserving or not.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
