"Sniper didn't protest. His feelings had been avenged. Also, this idiot still remained his idiot."
an illustration for my new sniperscout fic!
(https://archiveofourown.org/works/53876827)
the bliss in knowing yourself is almost outweighed by the damage caused by the ignorance of others
all around me—everything I know, see, hear, and touch—it all revolves around who i am and who i know i am meant to be…
and yet i remain hollow to the observer, my identity the last thing noticed unless i shout it from the rooftops, begging to be seen for who i truly am, and yet…
still. i am empty.
a nice girl, a kind young lady, easy on the eyes and better-looking when i smile, but to no one am i devoid of my femininity.
except to those who know me already.
to those who have seen the world the way i’ve seen.
and this, despite it all, is what makes the battle worth fighting, and what makes this song worth singing. my heart swells any time I hear those dearest to me call my name, and cheer for me as I face those not.
it’s them who light up my life without even trying.
it’s because of them I can live on as my authentic self.