J "Griffin" Rooms
Bio
Hey! I'm Griff, and I go by they/them. I'm a two spirited, enby. Hope you like my silly little writings!
I also write on Archive of Our Own, Quotev and Wattpad! My username is griffy_tries on all 3, as well as on Instagram and Twitter!
Stories (14)
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It Started. Content Warning.
Smoke billowed from my lips, a cigarette that was nearly burned up between my callused fingers. A sense of wonder overtook me as I started out the window into a city filled with people — individuals who struggled, who fought, who lied, but also who paid for the next person in line, who handed money out to strangers on the street for nothing in return. Someone had probably just died alone, somewhere slightly out of my eyesight, and wouldn't be found for weeks.
By J "Griffin" Roomsabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
On Love
April 27th, 2022 Love [1] Love – it encompasses so many aspects of our lives. It has so many different meanings, so many variations of the same thing. There is a version of the word in all languages around the world. In the Greek language, there are 8 separate terms for this one English word and they all mean different things. Philia is the word for a deep friendship, almost even like a term for soulmates. Storge is generally thought of as the love towards one's family — of a parents' love for their child and vice versa. Agape a unconditional love what I gave my first love, a love without condition... Mania is ‘obsessive love’, a type of love that can lead someone to anger or jealousy. There are more, but mania is one that I can only use to describe how my first ‘love’ was.
By J "Griffin" Rooms2 years ago in Humans
Who Is In My Mirror?
I think I knew who I was when I was a child. I think it didn't matter to me, really, but I knew. I was my parents daughter. I was a carefree, fun, silly little girl. I played with dolls, loved pink, wore only skirts, and was scared of bugs. My pencil box was pink and I was five.
By J "Griffin" Rooms2 years ago in Pride
The Night in Memory
I have always been weird. I wasn't always conscious of it, I had moments of blending in, but then I would go to a sleepover and stare at the ceiling while my friends fell asleep in seconds. I was different. I couldn't spend the night at my friends, once I got a phone I would call my mom to come pick me up in the middle of the night and I never knew why. I still don't fully know why -- I didn't have an actual reason, I think it was just various anxiety. Which sucked, because I never really wanted to be home but I felt like I needed to be there, like there would be an apocalypse and I was the only one who could protect my family when that was the farthest thing from true.
By J "Griffin" Rooms3 years ago in Chapters
When I Began
Late nights, early mornings, a rooster crows... I have had insomnia for as long as I can remember. I always would stay awake long into the early morning, when my siblings would be waking up to go to school but I would get stay home to play all day in my childhood bed which resided in a small office turned Harry Potter-esque closet of a room. What kept me awake? I rarely ever had a nightmare, and if I got scared of the dark I would turn on a night light.
By J "Griffin" Rooms3 years ago in Writers
