I don’t care for vampire vegetarianism. It feels like an awfully strange thing to desire demons just to defang them.
Boy Clothes by Nxdia does what most people think white guys wearing eyeliner does for gender revolution
I’m not writing faerie porn to reinvent the tree of good and evil. If you want to be spoon fed moral purity go read the book about drowning children, God’s Favorite’s enacting horrible crimes out of infantile yearning for power, SA, and thought crime.
now say it with me: authors/artists dont owe you moral purity. an author/artist job is not to hold you by the hand & tell you exactly what is Good™ & what is Bad™. you should be able to think for yourself
Local dyke dances in the dark
topless in boxers and an open bathrobe
sipping espresso to SOFIA ISELLA
Hey so I know you’re supposed to challenge your thoughts when your mind is being cruel and unfair to you (this is true you should it works) (unless it’s intrusive thoughts then you’ve got to accept them for them to leave) (it’s a whole thing)
But like…sometime my thoughts are a funny bully.
Paul Atreides is canonically nonbinary.
Seriously.
The first time I read Dune I thought-
“Frank Herbert is doing a great job explaining gender variance in science fiction in a time when they did not have the modern vocabulary for gender expression.”
Paul is his father’s son and his mother’s daughter. He’s quite literally bred to have access to knowledge and power only accessible to men or women.
RIP Paul you would have loved ‘I am not a woman, I’m a god’ by Halsey.
Oh wow
I fear I will never emotionally recover from this. Thank you.
I had to get Devil’s minion lesbians out of my system.
enjoy lowercase katniss.
i love how suzanne just gives us a little treat by mentioning the katniss plant every book. like here u go. ik u miss our girl. she's fine. enjoy lowercase katniss
Twin, where have you been?
i bring a sort of 'bruce wayne is actually an abusive father in canon' vibe to the bat tumblr that batfamily fans don't really like
I love music. So much. I love art. I love poetry. I love language and writing and verse. I love oil on canvas and I love a child’s muddy handprint on the wall.
I love sunsets and I love sunrises. I love desert storms and I love typhoons. I love expression, and experience, and the awe that is accrued by taking a breath.
And I am so fucking tired of being called pretentious, or dramatic, or a try-hard for finding art in all things.