Whtvr Happens In The Rublev-sinner Match, I'm Dead

Whtvr happens in the rublev-sinner match, I'm dead

wish I could write the way I thought... without fearing what people would think if they ever saw it, without reading it over and over looking for the flaws, without thinking abt how people might view me as when they read it, without the need to keep it somewhere no one will see, without the need to hide..

those are women's clothes, those are men's clothes.... no babygirl, you bought them with your money, they're your clothes and you do whatever the fuck u want to do with them

wear what you want, eat what you want, write what you want, read what you want, go where you wanna go, do what ever the fuck it is you wanna do

as long it doesnt hurt anyone (except the conservatives), and it makes you happy, do it

this is your life... your own goddamn life and you live it the way you wanna live it. life's too short a game to play by someone else's rules

Yknow what true love is, it's Grigor Dmititrov commenting 'this is art' on a post about Andrey Rublev winning vs de Minaur

doesn't the idea of learning a new language excites you? It's like entering a whole new world different from what you've ever encountered. there are new words to be discovered, and new stories and cultures and you get not only the literature but the history and we'll. And the poems, oh the poems, the verses which can never be translated, you'll get to read them too, and the subtitles you needed to watch the movie? No need of them anymore and u can watch your characters and understand them without the need for translational and it hits u deeper cuz we'll,.... things do get lost in the translation. It's like you venture into a completely unknown territory. It's like you're making the best use of your human mind, by learning and there is nothing quite as we fearful as learning a new language.

Am I wasting my talents??

YES HONEY, YOU ARE