• she/her, it/its

Pen name: Delila H. Smith (the H is silent). Thirtysomething trans lesbian, snugglemuffin, girlthing. Devil but in like a catgirl sort of way, perennial emotional wreck, too gay for this. Minors, please don't follow.


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I dreamed that it was important for me to acquire a candy cigarette. I remember that there was a specific thing I needed it for, I just can't remember what it was. My sister and I (I haven't really spoken to her much in years) decided to wander around a college campus, although unlike most dreams I've had which took place in school and suchlike, it didn't try to establish that I actually attended classes there.

The campus had a number of restaurants and nightclubs for some reason; equally-inexplicably, we decided that this was where we needed to get a candy cigarette. We wandered around to different ones, talking to people and failing to make any headway, before the plot point just sort of petered out.

I was then looking at the schedule for some kind of RP I was in. My character was apparently Ellen Kramer, represented by some kind of SNES-style sprite of her face. She was assigned to the "wind" element, which dreaming-me reasoned was because she goes fast.


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