sharpening oneself to the finest edge of perfection in order to feed or challenge external expectations and comments , and ending up of perpetrating horrific things leading to the eerie beautiful spiralling of one's own conscience.
So I noticed something about the stories in Sweet Sorrows.
The first and the last are about the pirate and the girl, the ancient love story (Once, very long ago…Time fell in love with Fate). Then there’s the Acolyte. The Zachary, the son of the fortune-teller, and the main narrator when the book is in the present (and the only one for this section of it). Then the dollhouse (something someone else mentioned was a little like a constantly growing Harbor itself, and which comes back when the bees do.). Then the Guardian story, which includes Dorian. Then our introduction to Elenore, then the inhabitants of Harbors (people like and including Allegra), then the Keepers (Now there is only one), then Simon, the man lost in time.
Introducing us to the main players. So I wonder, what if the Acolyte who sang the full month was Rhyme?
When you’re young you just want to be older, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.
-Before I fall by Lauren Oliver
The way that in the starless sea, the books are never mentioned as being inside a "library", they're always said to be inside the "Harbor". As if stories and books are something safe and protect you from stormy seas and they feel like home and they're always a destination that you can go to and call your own. The stories themselves are the Harbor and I think that's so sweet and soft
It is in the nature of human that we outgrow something. We outgrow the things or person we cherished the most in our lives. And we start outgrowing things from our childhood and this porcess continues till our death. You may sometimes feel an attachment to that person or thing but not like that.
"damn, this movie is so relatable." and the movie they're watching is qala.
I hate the phrase 'romanticising life' and 'figuring out your twenties' and 'its fine to be confused' because i have realized that these phrases are a privilege. I am not allowed to be confused. I am not allowed to continue to figure out my twenties. i should have it already figured out. It doesn't matter if i am only twenty and not even a graduate. i should know what i want for my future and stick to it. I am not allowed to romanticize my life because there is nothing to romanticize except for stress and tension.
richard papen choosing to almost freeze to death rather than asking for help was the most relatable thing he ever did. in this essay i will
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
“after all this time?”
“always,” said Snape.
J.K. Rowling, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows".