We are all sinners of preference, arranging our faults like familiar trinkets on a shelf. We cradle the ones that fit our hands, and point trembling fingers at those we cannot bear to touch.
Children have no dignity and I really admire that about them.
I love their ruthless response to injustices, their desire to feed birds in the park.
To grieve the sea. Their right to be tired in public.
People! Put down ChatGPT. Consume too much caffeine and write a paper that you barely understand while you approach hallucination territory from too little sleep and too much raging. Engage with academia in the way God intended.
Identity is a story we tell ourselves, a fiction shaped by memories and desires. It changes with time, molded by others and the world around us. What we think is "me" is just a mask, hiding the deeper unknown. In truth, we are fluid, undefined, beyond the labels we cling to.
You reach a point where you understand your misery on an intellectual level; every cause, every consequence laid bare.
Yet despite this clarity, you remain powerless to change how you feel, trapped in the emotions that reason alone cannot touch.
"Life is a tangle of suffering and choice,
Where conscience bears a weight deeper than deeds.
In chaos, we stumble, seeking meaning’s voice,
And find that truth is born where the heart bleeds."
~Eerifta Mariam
And suddenly, it's December. And you aren't seventeen anymore. And you haven't been seventeen for a long time. And sometimes you need to remind yourself about that.
Black is not sad. Bright colors are what depresses me. They’re so… empty. Black is poetic. How do you imagine a poet? In a bright yellow jacket? Probably not.
~Ann Demeulemeester
When Sylvia Plath said,"What horrifies me the most is the idea of being useless: well educated, brilliantly promising and fading out into an indifferent middle age." I felt it.
"Doomed by the narrative" is charming and all but the narrative wanting to save a character who is utterly set on dooming themselves isn't as much of a thing and it's such a good concept.
this world can be so kind. butterflies will land and stick in your hair, the smell of rain will float through your mind in the middle of the night, the water we swim in is cold and clear, the fruits we eat so sweet. this world can be so, so kind.