Me As A 10 Y/o:

me as a 10 y/o:

Wow, high schoolers must me so intelligent and mature

me as a high school student:

'eVeRYbOdY wAs kUNg fU fiGhTiNg'

The space that welcomed me and saved me from myself.

The space that allowed me to feel whatever I felt in the moment.

The space that let me take a breath freely, when I, myself, didn't let me simply be.

This journey's over, new one's about to begin.

Thank you, dear art club, for letting me exist.

How I'm motivating myself to write a thesis, you ask?

I'll gladly tell you.

Would Natasha Romanoff bitch about what you're currently doing?

No?

Then — shut up and get to work.

Boss bitching through life.

so, we all agree kids are the real thinkers, scientists, philosophers, academics etc. Right?

call me delusional but as somebody who has had many experiences with people, while having people-pleasing tendencies, I find novels, short stories, books, and just stories, in general, that dive into the psychology and especially romance novels that present a healthy love with all the challenges as affirmation it's okay not to be satisfied with the bare minimum, just because that's the current norm.

it doesn't only bring me comfort, but it lets me stand on the ground firmly and say 'No, those are my boundaries and I will not be satisfied with less, simply because you're unable to give me my enough and meet my needs, and I'd say that's really important, too.

So, if anybody tries to ignore and invalidate your reading preferences or even poke fun at you, just because you're reading romance and not Dostoyevski or Tolstoy, the rEaL LiTeRaTUrE, they don't understand the definition of range and, it’s not on you to teach them, especially if they are not willing to listen.

example:

range -> variety

​[countable, usually singular] a variety of things of a particular type

Range of something: Librarians need a broad range of skills.

Even if you only like reading cute, love stories — so what?

If you're pissed about somebody enjoying something, you should ask yourself — Why?

Why are you so incredibly bothered by another person enjoying their read?

Reading is meant to be enjoyable, depending on how you define enjoyable — whether that be crying because of a sad ending, jumping on the bed because 'They finally kissed!' or simply staring blankly at the book, in disbelief.

so, to end my chaotic rambling — romance books are not to be dissected as classical literature. They were never written for that. If you want to, you can, of course. But, if you're one of those people who will trash somebody just because they're enjoying a cute love story, take a chill pill.

Not everything has to be serious.

Not everything is so plain in the open.

Not everything is explicitly shown.

It doesn't have to be.

It can just exist, and you can see how you relate to it.

And, if it helps — it helps.

It was a sunny day, a close to my birthday.

The spring was arriving.

The nature was awakening.

I felt more alive.

Sun was kissing the flowers in front of me.

I watched them dreamily.

They glowed before my eyes.

I was enchanted.