i think being exposed to and socialized to be able to connect to many different types of people is a great innoculator against becoming a reactionary. it really keeps you in a “well it depends” mindset which i think is the one best equipped to grasp reality
Every girl should experience her own apartment, groceries in the fridge, candles lit, everything exactly how she wants it, and no man stressing her out. It really is a luxury experience.
Major cheat code for life: Assume good things are still ahead. You are not behind. You are not too late. You are not disqualified by your past. One new season can change the entire story. Keep showing up with belief. The best chapters are often written after the hardest ones.
I think the reason you can’t hate yourself into changing your life is because change is the most self-loving thing you can ask of yourself. You are quite literally demanding better for/from yourself, in what world do you think self-loathing and self-punishment can sustain that?
I don’t know that explain to some of you that you have to be active participants in your own lives. You have to do things, even if those things are uncomfortable, you don’t like them, they’re hard, difficult, or it takes multiple attempts. It’s your life, you gotta live it.
there are people who write more honestly in a language they learned later in life than in the one they grew up speaking. and that sounds strange until you realize that your first language absorbed every rule your culture ever had about what's appropriate to say out loud, what feelings are acceptable to name, how much honesty is too much honesty at a dinner table. and sometimes a second language arrives with none of that-it's just words. clean ones. and in those clean words some peoplefinally say the
-thing they were never given permission to say in the language that raised them. that's what language actually does before it's had time to learn your family's rules.
The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.