Ezra speaks like a throwback from 1920s New York: clipped, nasal, articulate. It could come off as an affectation, and read like standoff-ish arrogance in print. But in person, he is quietly charming and intelligent with an undefinable star quality. There are no errant words in his sentences, no gauche contemporary “likes” or “y’knows”. Despite being the product of an age where over-stimulation and lack of attention span has apparently made it impossible for us to be bored (and therefore, the theory goes, be creative), he philosophises a lot, too. About what it means to be in a band; about wanting money (“I’m not ashamed to say it”); about accepting it’s OK not to be “cool”. For instance: “It’s great to be like everyone else, it’s great to be able to identify what’s important to you and respect what’s important to other people and find a middle ground where you feel connected to people. There’s something narcissistic about thinking you’re special and everyone else is boring, and if you end up doing normal things you’re a loser. You have to find your way around that otherwise it will just fuck you up.”
the irony of erasing arianne with trystane is literally oustanding
like. there’s an impressive amount of ridiculousness in that choice.
'you will not rob my of my birthright, you little shit' - arianne martell, like every chapter