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Dear World (read description) by DragonBlast71, literature

Literature

Dear World (read description)

No, not all girly girls are sluts No, not all tomboys are lesbians No, not all boys showing a damned small sign of emotion are gay and/or "weak" No, not all men are abusers No, not all straight cis people are discriminative No, no gender is completely innocent No, gay men aren't the same as pedophiles No, gender identity and sexual preferences are NOT the same No, autism and other mental illnesses aren't an excuse to be a jerk to other people No, autism isn't an insult nor a disease No, Asperger's is DIFFERENT from autism, just in the spectrum, but not the same No, your political views aren't a reason to be a jerk No, your religious views are

Surprise Party by WindFragments, literature

Literature

Surprise Party

Things never work out the way I expect them to and that's just life giving me surprises when I least expect it Confetti bursts in my face all the time when I walk around and I've gotten so used to it that now I just think, "Oh, here we go again." Sometimes I get gifts and smiles and balloons and laughter, but sometimes my face is shoved into the cake sitting on the table in front of me Sometimes this party is tiring and sometimes I just want to go home, but other times the presents I get and the people around me make me laugh so hard that my stomach and cheeks hurt and that makes up for it all I'm getting better at taking the surprises e

Coping Skills and Peppermints (G/t) pt. 12 by hoshirozu, literature

Literature

Coping Skills and Peppermints (G/t) pt. 12

“Hey, are you not gonna eat anything?” About halfway through breakfast time, Dean was practically done his meal, and Flynn hadn't touched a single thing. Deep down, he was praying that nobody would notice, that'd he'd be able to get away with just sliding the greasy mess into some nearby garbage can, but he had no such luck. It's what he had always done, even in his own house. His mother, with her icy cold blue eyes and lips permanently smeared into a frown, would simply watch and roll her eyes as Flynn struggled over a dinner table, desperately trying to catch his breath as the room seemed to devour him whole. It was like no on