Hope you’re okay at your job- that boss is not nice and homophobia can’t be tolerated
Agreed, and thank you. I feel good knowing I won't be employed there anymore (Sunday is my last day), but I wish there was more I could do to prevent that from happening to anyone else who stays.
ok but stewy being canonically bi really makes everything about his relationship with kendall so much funnier like imagine being a beautiful bisexual stallion and your fate is to become best friends with and develop a 30 year crush on logan ‘homophobia’ roy’s prodigal son like. imagine having to do deal with kendall’s ‘no homo but my tongue is down your throat’ repressed bullshit for 30 years whilst also dodging the beam of mixed flavor racism homophobia his father directs at you every time he sees you within 5 feet of said prodigal son but also you feel a strange solidarity with this old man because he at least has also accurately clocked and acknowledges that his prodigal son is queer
The fool the magician and the chariot <33
How did you know the magician is my favourite ;)
The Fool - Do you have any nicknames?
I do! People call me Beanie, you can feel free to call me that too :)
Sometimes I get Audrina, too, but I like Beanie better lol
The Magician - Have you ever written a song or a poem about someone else?
Yes, I have. A girl I used to be quite close with was dating a boy a year older than her who was graduating, and I wrote a song about how hard I thought it would be the one to be left behind. Actually, I already had some first-hand experience with that, as my older sister had gone away to university that year and I was the one left behind.
I'd like to write a poem about someone one day… I want to love someone so much I create something for them.
The Chariot - Thoughts on Astrology?
I think Astrology is so fun, but I don't base my life around it. I like reading about it and seeing how others interpret it, but I'm not entirely invested in it myself.
(Also, I'm a Pisces! Could you tell? 😉)
Thank you @moonylupinhasdemonpox those were fun to answer!
i do not think i am beautiful really but i do think if you saw me in a bookstore you would say oh! i wonder what she’s reading
It is our duty as feminists to protect and respect women in Hijabs
My final art piece of high school discussing the philosophy of Friedrich Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy (1872) and how this theory on the imbalance of Apollonian and Dionysian tragedy is very relevant in today’s modern society.
Perhaps there are no plagues, only the fickleness of nature. Perhaps there are no consequences, just ugliness. Maybe punishment is something that only comes from people, not from God.
Deborah Feldman, Unorthodox pg.80
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Photographer: https://www.instagram.com/el_chipacabra/
Premiere on this Friday!!!!!!!! Yup~
¬ Edinburgh, Scotland
“I seemed doomed to always play supporting roles in someone else’s story. Far too many times I had asked myself whether art was imitating life or if it was the other way around.”
-M. L Rio, If We Were Villains
Oh, yes, without us perhaps the sky would be more blue. The ocean as clear and deep as a mirror. Perhaps not so many lives would have ended before their time. Less smog thick in the world's throat like phlegm keeping you awake. Less oil as ink poisoning in the planet’s blue blood. But without us, there would also be no bread, fresh from the oven. No melodies hummed just under the breath. No magenta, created just for our eyes. No dogs as we know them, these eager valentines. No telescopes piercing the veil of stars. No stories told around campfires. Told over and over again, each time a little different, a little more ours. Consider this my love letter to humanity: Yes, some of us do terrible things. But some of us bake bread and write poetry about the hands of our lovers. When I take my mother's old dog with his bad hips for a walk across the wheat fields. Standing among the weeds which, with a little help, will become something not better, but new. With each step, he turns his body to look back at me, waiting for me to catch up. And I know, if tomorrow we were to be gone from this world
We would be missed.