I made this account when I was 14. I was lost, hurt and drowning in things I didn’t understand. I abandoned it at 16 and forgot about it. Now, 9 years later I remembered I had this account and came back.
What hurts me is that nothing seems to have changed. It’s like I am continuing exactly where I left off. Like time just froze for a while. I promised my 16 year old self that we shouldn’t give up because the place we were in was temporary. Yet I still feel everything at 25 that I felt at 16. I’m still lost. I’m still hurt. I’m still drowning in things I don’t understand. And I don’t know how I feel about it.
I return to the Tumblr sphere, older, wiser, looser.
May or may not be on here regularly, I still don't really do social media, but I have a bunch of art you will see here, both old and recent! Plus I got a few friends here I wouldn't mind keeping up with, huehuehue :)
it drives me bonkers the way people don't know how to read classic books in context anymore. i just read a review of the picture of dorian gray that said "it pains me that the homosexual subtext is just that, a subtext, rather than a fully explored part of the narrative." and now i fully want to put my head through a table. first of all, we are so lucky in the 21st century to have an entire category of books that are able to loudly and lovingly declare their queerness that we've become blind to the idea that queerness can exist in a different language than our contemporary mode of communication. second it IS a fully explored part of the narrative! dorian gray IS a textually queer story, even removed from the context of its writing. it's the story of toxic queer relationships and attraction and dangerous scandals and the intertwining of late 19th century "uranianism" and misogyny. second of all, i'm sorry that oscar wilde didn't include 15k words of graphic gay sex with ao3-style tags in his 1890 novel that was literally used to convict him of indecent behaviour. get well soon, i guess...