Hello, Death. I Like Your Hat.

A rest day isn't enough. I need one billion years alone in a crystal.

I feel like a lot of people get "All Art is Political" confused with "All Art is made with Political Intentions" which is not the same.

I don't know if I will ever feel comfortable coming out as aroace, despite being comfortably aroace. The other day someone asked me if I was queer and I felt so uncomfortable saying yes, because even if it is true, I knew it was still painting the wrong picture in this persons mind. And throughout the rest of the evening it was obvious they thought I was bi but I couldn't correct them because it's not an easy "oh I'm not X I'm Y", it's a whole new conversation: opening yourself up to uncomfortable and invasive questions, opening yourself up to the other persons astonishment and bafflement which just makes you feel more othered, opening yourself up to being hurt by casual assumptions and dismissive comments or just plain awkward silence. and usually it ends with the feeling that you didn't do enough to paint the right picture, to explain everything in a way that leaves no false impressions, that you didn't find the right words to make them truly understand you. despite such understanding taking years and years of work. It's so frustrating!

open tumblr, see something that pisses me off, write a snarky post, delete it, write a slightly more earnest post, edit it for 5 minutes, delete it, close tumblr

Would it be problematic to connect how Yanessa says she loves Wicander after he seemingly fails on his own and returns to her, and how Hannan describes how Sylandri hated the idea of her children having lives outside of her periphery? Love on the condition that you always remain dependent on them?? Is this anything???

they injected me with mental illness when i was a baby because they didn't like that i radiated moonlight and had stars inside my eyes. they were jealous of me.

People on Tumblr love sharing information about themselves no matter how asinine it is. And I'm the same way. Everybody tell me what the last thing you drank was.

Ethan and Giles getting drunk and reminiscing about being sorcerers together immediately followed by Willow and Tara practicing syncing their minds….could mean nothing