Völuspá (The Völva’s Wisdom).
Watercolor, ink wash, and pen on paper.
“I’m queer. I have a lot of really wonderful friends who are of very different sexes and genders. I am very much in love with no one in particular. I’ve been trying to figure out relationships, you know? I don’t know if it’s responsible for kids of my age to be so aggressively pursuing monogamous binds, because I don’t think we’re ready for them. The romanticism within our culture dictates that that’s what you’re supposed to be looking for. Then [when] we find what we think is love — even if it is love — we do not yet have the tools. I do feel that it’s possible to be at this age unintentionally hurtful, just by being irresponsible — which is fine. I’m super down with being irresponsible. I’m just trying to make sure my lack of responsibility no longer hurts people. That’s where I’m at in the boyfriend/girlfriend/zefriend type of question.” (via Ezra Miller Says He’s “Queer” | The Frisky)
ezra miller gets it AND can get it
aka “when being irresponsible hurts people— time to stop.”
they. they just used nontraditional pronouns. he/they said “zefriend”. I
John Galliano for Chrisitan Dior Spring Summer 2007 Couture
rly cool thing to do: train yourself to have they/them be your reflexive go-to pronoun
School ripped the passion I had for writing out of my soul and buried it in a pile of shit a million miles away. And that’s the thing - school is meant to make you flourish - it’s supposed to reach deep into your mind and fill your head with passion, knowledge, education. Yet I spend my nights with my overused notebook open, pages seeping with endless memories and turmoil suffered over the years, and I am afraid that if I write something incorrectly, I’ll get a bad grade. My mind has been corrupted by an infinite amount of stimulus and criteria, so much so that I can’t even write one, simple word. I can’t write about my own experiences, my own pain or my own happiness. School has fucked me so many times. I lack passion and the desire to live. I’ll never be the person to say that school handed me the best years of my life. It’s stolen my life.
i’m gonna start thinking of myself as the “strong silent type” instead of “awkward weirdo with no social skills”
A body can only go 4-5 days without sleep, but I’ve gone years without rest.
i can’t hear anything over my racing thoughts // charlotte geier (via my-h-e-a-r-t-s-not-in-it)