you must believe you are special and then go so hard, for so long, with such violent refusal to accept any other ending, that reality itself starts running out of ways to tell you no. you must wage a war daily against the ordinary outcome, until the belief you invented out of nothing in a room by yourself has been hammered into the world so many times that it stops being a claim and becomes reality.
about childhood but also straight up just running around my old neighborhood even as an adult. it’s been about a year since I moved away and I still miss my walks and runs there 🌷
The best part about being authentic is there is no image to maintain. You will delight some and disturb others, and none of it will concern the truth of your being