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15.04.2020
Quarantine challenge
Week 4. Day 3
What would be your advice to you from five years ago?
Don't give up on something you like just because someone doesn't like it. Follow your path. You can't help someone who doesn't want help.
You said:
World is cruel
Cruel for you
They’ll change your soul
And hurt you for sure
I’ll protect you with all of me
Let nobody hurt your being
Be by your side till the end
Until I let my least breathe.
My heart skip beats when I look at you
My mind freeze in the thoughts of you
My eyes got blessed, when they met yours
And my only wish,
Is to be yours.
@achbbys000
You need to let an experience transform inside you before you can translate it into an object.
Page 145 “The Color of Ice”
no one will ever watch or relate to a story/movie/series the way you do because they have not lived or experienced life, the way you have
You know, one of the reasons reading the Septimus Heap series was important for me was because, for whatever reason, I had never before really realized that authors really could be alive. Like, obviously I knew they could in theory, but for some reason, I just assumed all the books I read had dead authors. They weren't, by the way. At the very least, I read plenty of Junie B Jones books while Barbara Park was alive.
So I'm just going along, reading all the Septimus Heap books when- oh! shock! I discovered the series wasn't complete yet! Fyre was yet to come out and Angie Sage was still working on it. Simply put, she wasn't dead and I had just learned of this fact.
It may not be a particularly fancy milestone, and it isn't the only reason that series is important to me (I also like it, first of all; Flyte was my favorite book for like five years), but I think it's interesting that I know all this stuff. It definitely made the importance I've placed on those books last longer, I think.
Anyway, it's not particularly amazing, but that's the experience I wanted to share.
Bittersweet
I was in love with him. We had a weird, magnetic pull between us for nearly 4 years. He promised he wouldn't hurt me again, but only 6 months later he broke my love without warning. At first, it was that deep splitting pain in my chest, agony everlasting. 2 months of feeling this every. single. waking. moment. Even in my sleep, my dreams, I could not escape his presence. After all of this, finally, I'm starting to feel something different.
I'm glad it's finally over between us.
The way he did me, so dirty, made me love myself more. The more time that passes between us, the further the memories, my mind is finding some peace.
I'll never let anyone get off on screwing with my emotions ever again.
Did anyone else have unused curtain rods laying around the house growing up that you pretended were spears? Or a magic staff? Or like...a baton?