Being Obsessed With Your Own OCs Is Such A Wonderful Thing Because It's Like Being Obsessed With Yourself

Being obsessed with your own OCs is such a wonderful thing because it's like being obsessed with yourself without you knowing it

I want to write a book of short stories so surreal and memorable that they get printed in prose collections that people write analytical essays on and obsess over their symbolism

When I was five, I overheard my friends' friend Tamara telling them that she was moving to Poland and that there wouldn't be school over there.

She obviously meant that the summer vacation would be ongoing but my idiotic self jumped to Poland having no schools at all, making me want to move there myself.

Two years later, I was working on an assignment related to the Warsaw Basilisk and I wanted to check where Warsaw was as it was the first time I'd heard the name.

I can't tell you how disappointed I was when I found out that Poland was a regular country like mine and not a wonderland where schools weren't a thing.

I'm so used to seeing Americans only in movies and shows that the fact that they exist in real life feels almost unreal. I went to Keoladeo National Park a few months ago and got whiplash when I heard an American tourist speak

I'm going through my blog posts and I'm honestly regretting not making a separate side blog for my Dostoyevsky-related posts