i can’t wait until october when there’s no sun outside and everything is cute colors and it’s cold and there are terrible horror movies on tv, my power is at its peak then
have you ever stayed up late with someone texting or chatting and known as the hours ticked by that you’d be ridiculously tired in the morning but it didnt matter because it was really fun and totally worth losing sleep over just to laugh with someone and enjoy their company maybe and then the next day you keep tiredly recalling how much fun it was while you’re falling asleep in class and that makes it not so bad that you’re tired anymore
Mary really needs to stop shopping.
inspired by a suggestion from ladyhistory
I LOST IT AT THE LAST PANEL
I remember reading this book on mythology—like, the mythropes in writing—and it blew my mind that all of that mythology is basically men writing about men and great myths for men, of which there are so many. And then there are only a handful of myths about women and they’re also written by men, so you start to realize that so much of storytelling has been lost in male perspective and you’re either Persephone—innocent, naive, and kidnapped by Hades into the underworld and has to be rescued; or you’re like Athena—unapproachable, vicious and there’s no gradient. And for me, it’s an amazing thing to begin to think about what it means to tell feminine mythology because it needs to be invented, it doesn’t exist; and also, what does inherently feminine storytelling and structure look like?