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.
When I was a kid, I thought Barbie movies had the most beautiful outfits ever made. Then I grew up, matured, and realized, especially compared to the newer ones that yes Barbie movies had the most beautiful outfits ever made.
If I were pregnant and informed that my fetus had Down syndrome I would absolutely abort. No amount of social media romanticizing of profound disability would change my mind. Contrary to popular opinion, you need more than love to care for a disabled child.
I’m FOREVERRRRRRRR praying that I get my fairytale ending.. the dream career. the financial freedom. the friends. the family. the peace. the love... just everything that I truly & genuinely deserve