I remember my mother telling me that when she was a little girl in Catholic school, the nuns used to hit her left hand every time she wrote with it. Nowadays, if a teacher did that, she’d probably be arrested for child abuse. The optimist in me wants to believe sexuality will eventually become like handwriting: there’s no right way and wrong way to do it. We’re all just wired differently.
It’s also worth noting that when you meet someone, you never bother to ask if he’s right- or left-handed.
After all: Does it really matter to anyone other than the person holding the pen?"
The will power…
I don’t think I’ve posted this yet - my piece for the Rookery anthology with some other just graduated SVA classmates. The theme of the book was myths and urban legends. I spent my childhood summers on an island in Nova Scotia, and I was always fascinated with seals, and, because of that, selkies.
Disclaimer: I have not made out with a seal. Yet.
CRYING A BIT
Okay, so, you’re an optimist with depressive tendencies.
since the answer function is fucking up, here you go :)
1 - desktop
7 - dash
(casual gishwhes team promo)
10 - saved urls (i use some of these as sideblogs though)
11 - whatever (i chose my tumblr crushes? hope that’s okay)
thank you for the asks!!! <3