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Scales of Time
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The Valley used to be ethereal. Mountains of naked rock on either side of the river banks would catch the rays of golden sunlight every dusk and every dawn. The river Galdr would never stop moving, the pulses of water on the riverside becoming the familiar heartbeat of every new person born to the valley. Everyone born on our land is blessed, my mother used to say. Everyone born to the sound of the Valley has Galdr flowing through their veins.
What Moves You?
A few days ago, a close friend and I dove into a deep conversation about life, about whether true love is really real, about what makes us feel safe, whether we like ourselves or not- you know, the normal things to be discussing at 3 am in the morning. These type of conversations are my favourite to have, as I believe without thinking about the philosophies surrounding our own lives, we can never be able to truly understand ourselves. He then asked me this one question: "What moves you?" I asked him what he meant. "What gets you through the day and helps you get through something when nothing else can- apart from me of course."
How Daisy Jones & The Six got me out of a reading slump
I've been in a bit of a reading slump recently: having tried to delve into the world of classics in the past few months, I found myself finding reading as a chore rather than being the intoxicating form of escapism I know it to be. Now, don't get me wrong- classics, such as A Moveable Feast by Hemmingway and J.D Salinger's A Catcher in the Rye are brilliantly enriching and thought-provoking, forcing you into being more contemplative than you may have been in most other aspects of your life. Classics have a way of poking into your pensive mind in a way that is incredibly unique compared to other genres- mainly because of the fact they have been written in a time that we can only step into when flipping through the soft pages of these compelling novels, having to really try and imagine the thoughts and methods behind the beautiful plots and scenes the authors had painted out for us, as we can't ask them in real life. The only thing about classics is that, for a usually non-classic reader like myself, they can be quite difficult to grasp. At the end of these past couple of months, I became a Pride and Prejudice hoe, and gained a headache whilst trying to read A Tale of Two Cities.
The Allure of Dark Academia
We are in an age where almost everyone's identity is linked to a certain aesthetic: 90's, cottage core, emo, grunge, indie, preppy, and many more. I myself have tried out almost every one, to the point where I can no longer choose which one I prefer the most- which pretty much represents my personality. I can't choose a favourite book genre, a favourite movie genre, favourite type of music... it's impossible for me. I'm sure some of you can relate.
I'd Like to Share
Dear Mum, We haven't always had the best relationship. It's turbulent, the tides moving with your moods. I suppose, because of that, I have never really felt safe telling you any of my secrets, despite you begging that I share things with you; I'll never know whether you will react like my image of a mother would, or whether I'll be faced with a sudden gush of fury and vitriol.