Queen's Thief blog (with other topics)

must feel good as fuck to curse a prince for being rude to you while you were larping as an old woman for no reason

there should be a second pride month in fall or winter for people who have heat intolerance. no other reason.

I always think of the description I saw years ago: Self-imposed deadlines don't help me, because I know the person who set them, and they're full of shit.

Don't be shackled by the idea that going out can only be done with a group of friends, learn to feel comfortable going alone [remembers that encouraging consumerism isn't progressive] into the deep dark woods

disabled ppl we need to start lying to nosy people okay? you tell me i'm too young to need a cane and i will tell you point blank that maybe you should tell that to the guy who ran me over. you don't get an explanation of my health issues you get lies and depending on how much of an asshole i want to be that lie will be anything from a humble car crash to a 1 billion lions attack. mind yr business.

"i could never live like that" well maybe you'll have to because this happened overnight. yeah you heard me i was the most able bodied man in the world but then one morning bam i woke up disabled. yeah you could have that too. there's no cure either you'll just wake up one morning and now you have to live like me

"what happened" well have you ever seen looney tunes? yeah an anvil landed on me and squished me flat.

i think abt anne rice’s answer to “what are your work habits for a novel?” probably every single day

nosferatu? no. tuferatu. no es mi problema.

no mi circo no mis feratus

I’ve faced a lot of nasty art blocks over my years as an artist but none so detrimental as Going To Work

and the PROBLEM IS. the PROBLEM is that with other art blocks I can tell myself. oh it’s hard now but time will pass and I will heal from whatever mental or emotional block that’s causing this eventually. but WORK? A Forever Problem. There is no waiting-out Job. Having Job is eternal. Time does not heal Being At Work. Sand is always in our eyes forever

I bet it feels soooooo good to be a construction worker on a completely closed off chunk of road