Amelia: Sometimes I Feel Like I Don’t Fit In Anywhere...

I AM NOT YOUR STRONGEST SOLDIER GOD I AM NOT YOUR STRONGEST

Your honor…. they are (in love) 🥹

“ThEy dOnT hAvE cHeMiStRy ItS sO fOrCeD”

honestly dude go eat your pants 🙄

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In The Corner Booth - Kaimelia

For @kaimelia and @stardstgf <3 I can’t put into words how grateful I am for  each of you and the constant kindness and love you both show me.Thank you for always being on the other end of the phone, you both mean the world to me so please enjoy…

The air of the city was heavy with the heat of a June day but Kai couldn’t find it in themself to be irritated by the fact, in the same way, they couldn’t let themself to be annoyed by the irritated yells of cab drivers and the slow movement of the people lining the streets. New York City had never been somewhere they’d enjoyed spending time, claiming, the loud streets and large crowds were about as appealing as the foul stench of the subway, but as they diligently trailed behind Amelia, it felt different.

Everything felt different with Amelia. 

In all the best ways.

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saint noodle

kaimelia + saint noodle

"Do I even want to know why there's a pile of uncooked noodles on the windowsill?" Amelia muttered, walking up behind the couch and wrapping her arms around Kai's neck. "Or is it something better left unsaid."

"Scout got in the car and started asking me about God." They leaned their head back to look up at her. "We had a very, very odd conversation about religion, which ended in the conclusion that God exists in the form of macaroni and cheese, so," they gestured at the window, "we made a shrine to Saint Noodle."

"I think I was better off not knowing that," she shook her head, leaning down and placing a kiss on their forehead.

"I never thought I'd teach a kid how to pray, but here we are." Amelia rounded the couch and sat beside them, leaning against them and laying her head on their shoulder. "We live in a religious household now."

"You two are absolutely ridiculous."

"We do get to decide if we want to play God and answer his prayer. He asked for mac and cheese tomorrow night; he's a very simple man."

"Can we get rid of the noodles and pretend they were a sacrifice?"

"You want me to explain sacrifice to a four-year-old?"

"I want there not to be noodles on various surfaces in my house, so however you want to play this out is up to you, Saint Noodle."

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