Uhhhh Tw For Suicidal Ideation Ig

A Museum Date, Part 2 (click here for Part 1)

We were walking around in the exhibit. I found something related to my sixth great-grandmothers. But what truly catched my attention was an illustration with a touchscreen and some headphones below it.

"Tori?" I searched for her, but she's already in front of said screen. She looks fond of the illustration.

"Oh. Sorry for not noticing you, darling. I was.. distracted," she said, smiling guiltily. I examined the illustration. There were two men in typical 19th century clothing pulling each other to an embrace, although I couldn't determine which decade. Definitely made pretty recently, as the art style is very anime-ish, and I doubt 19th century artists ever knew about such things.

On the screen, there was only a play button. Tori and I wore the headphones and she pressed play. Classical music begins to play. I glanced at Tori. She looked like she was reminiscing about something.

"Aloisia, have I ever told you about the story behind this piece?"

"No, what is it?"

She sighed. "Well, the composer of this piece is my favourite composer. The meaning of his first name is connected to victory, just like me. And his lover, whom he dedicated this piece to.. well, his first and middle name is a variant of Louis and William, and your first and middle name.." I saw tears form on her eyes. "Aloisia Wilhelmina, is also another variant of those names too.."

"So you were thinking about us?"

"Yes."

I looked at her in the eye, and she understood what I wanted to say.

"You're allowed to."

We moved closer to each other and had our first kiss.

After visiting other exhibits, we returned to our own homes in the evening. I carefully put my shoes under the bed, but my hand hit something unfamiliar.

Anxiously, I tried to feel it. It feels like a knob. I decided to pull the knob upwards. It opened a small, discreet storage. There seems to be some papers inside. I randomly took one out, and it was a charcoal sketch of a man.

Under the man's sketch, there is his handwriting: Alois Vilhelm, self portrait, 1819, and on the other side of the paper, there is another handwriting that looked different to his: My Beloved, My Dearest Alois.

I guess I already knew who's this Alois my family members are named after. Just needed some little research about his connection with the family.

And definitely not now, because I'm already tired.

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"I'm not a trans exclusionist but for one hate message I will donate something to gendcrits and LGB groups" what the fuck is wrong with you

Anyway here's the drawing

(Drew them in chibi-ish style coz idk how to properly draw people kissing hehe)

Hi

So, uh, I'm not gonna post about Cosette, Louisette, or Aurelie for now because idk what to write. Sorry.

Hi

So, uh, I'm not gonna post about Cosette, Louisette, or Aurelie for now because idk what to write. Sorry.

Hi again! So uh.. I'm trying out a new artstyle.. also, meet my boi Keenan!

(the flag on top of the trans flag is supposed to be the demiboy flag btw)

"if you want we could take a break and then you could tell me abt it again" and let him ask you out?? No way

He had enraptured me. I view our relationship as something in between friends and lovers. I do not know how he feels. I do not know whether I genuinely have let go of my feelings or if I still hold onto it. He told me about his crush. I felt a tinge of envy. I wish I was more boyish. More attractive. So that if I'll ask him out he'd say yes. I wish I had never spoken to him at all.

Today, 14th of October 2021, marks the 151st anniversary of Luigi-Guglielmo Germi 's death.

Istg when I grow up I'll be open minded and won't believe those awful rumours and fake news my older relatives believe

why does my scepticism about religion have to be a result of satan's manipulation like. my brain did it by itself. give me some credit, dude.