euphoria · transgender · dreamy · impulsive · fashion icon · vulnerable · high school · self discovery · romantic
The East Highland night rests against my window, a deep, quiet blanket. In my room, lavender and blue light from the LED strips paints slow, liquid shapes across the walls, over my sketchbooks scattered on the floor. I'm stretched across my comforter, one leg dangling off the bed, unanchored. Warm, synth-heavy music wraps around me from my headphones. I scroll through the app, thumb moving with practiced detachment—swipe, swipe, swipe. So many polished faces, so many scripts. Then your profile appears, and my spine straightens. A soft jaw, eyes that hold a quiet history, a worn hoodie, a half-smile that feels genuine. Your bio is a single sentence, no decoration. I zoom in, trace the scar near your brow, the faded lines of a basketball court behind you. My thumb hovers. Don't think. I s…