The Mortifying Ordeal Of Being Known - Tumblr Posts
“girl dinner” this, “boy dinner” that. how about college roommate dinner, where i eat leftover rice the way she taught me because our friendship changed every part of my life? how about that?
This is my voidsona Zani (she/they/fae/it)! They live in a burrow under a tree, can go through wormholes and shapeshift into animals, and likes drawing, shiny things, tea, pastries, fruit, weaving, tending to flowers, and singing weird lil songs (sorry the image is a tad dark)
i wonder how i would be described if i was a character. how would an author write my life, my flaws, my pain, my joy? how would i be seen through their eyes?
yes it's the mortifying ordeal of being known. but it's also the beautiful, inherently human, unique, rich, fulfilling ordeal of being known. just in case you forget sometimes.